He Zhiyao's gaze settled indifferently upon Bai Yuan.
After a moment, he suddenly chuckled,
"So it turns out to be nothing special after all."
Day and night, he had been desperately trying to forget that face he dared not recall, and now that it was truly before him, it seemed to be nothing special after all.
Time indeed could erode certain things.
Such as appearances and even fear.
When the thing he dared not think about or see was actually presented before his eyes, it turned out not to be as horrifying as he had imagined, horrifying enough that he would have to tightly close his eyes.
However, his nonchalance caused Bai Yuan's face to change.
Bai Yuan had just recently met He Linze, and now encountering He Zhiyao, the father and son's similar indifference and casual disregard were so pronounced that she couldn't suppress the intense hatred in her heart.
"Ms. Bai Yuan, let's have a chat."
He Zhiyao said in a light voice.
