A cold light danced in Qin Ruan's eyes, but an enchanting smile, charming as a spring breeze, played on the corners of her lips.
She nodded lightly at Xiao Yujie, her pleasant voice unhurriedly stating, "I too hope not to have such an encounter with Young Master Xiao in the future."
Xiao Yujie scoffed haughtily, "That's exactly what I wish for."
Qin Ruan fiddled with the phone in her hand, leaning against the backrest of the sofa, the expression on her face the epitome of leisure and languor.
She narrowed her eyes in amusement, "So, we have a consensus?"
Xiao Yujie nodded perfunctorily, "I'll be taking my leave."
As he turned to leave, his gait was still awkward, hinting at an injury.
Qin Ruan watched his limping walk, an intriguing expression crossing her delicate face.
As Xiao Yujie left the room, the warmth from her eyes faded, and her face became solemn.
From Xiao Yujie's words, it seemed that Josh would inevitably suffer at his hands sooner or later.
