Xing Shu was in Cheng Lang's car; the atmosphere was so uncomfortable you could cut the air with a knife. The source of this tension was Nie Heng. Nie Heng's gaze was like a laser beam as he scanned Xing Shu from head to toe. Xing Shu could not help but lean towards Cheng Lang. Cold sweat broke out on her back.
Nie Heng sneered and deliberately stretched out his legs in a territorial move, pushing Xing Shu into a corner. "First Xiao Zhuo, then Ron. Xing Shu, you're very ambitious."
Nie Heng had seen Xing Shu and Ron chatting happily when he returned to the hall after completing the paperwork for the purchase.
Xing Shu frowned. It seemed that no matter what she did, it would be misinterpreted by Nie Heng. Since that was the case… She suddenly raised her hand and gripped Cheng Lang's fingertips; her fingertips scratching his palm. Nie Heng's face fell. His eyes narrowed, like a cheetah preparing to hunt.
