Seeing Lin Jiaojiao staring blankly outside, Yan Sihan's gaze became a little heavy.
As Lin Jiaojiao turned her head back, she met his gaze directly, which sent an inexplicable chill down her spine.
She already felt like a "thief," and being stared at like this, she couldn't help but feel as if he had seen right through her.
"Prince?" she tentatively called out, but the man remained motionless and silent, the only sign of life the flickering light in his eyes, like a beautiful statue standing before her.
He simply stared at her, not speaking or moving.
Just as she thought he was going to remain silent, his thin lips parted slightly, "When did Jiaojiao become acquainted with Prince An?"
The cold voice entered her ears, and the tone... why did she find it somewhat strange?
It wasn't exactly angry, but a bit fierce, and she could even hear some displeasure.
