Before long, Zhou Beicheng, also clad in a bathrobe, emerged from the room.
"Brother Beicheng!" Yan Shu's eyes lit up with a bright light as she looked up at Zhou Beicheng.
But Zhou Beicheng did not show the same warmth as before. The look he gave Yan Shu was disturbingly foreign, even tinged with a bit of disgust.
Disgust?
Yan Shu stared at Zhou Beicheng, unbelieving, her mind a blank slate.
She even felt like she was dreaming.
When Cassie saw Zhou Beicheng approaching, she laughed and said, "Darling, this little sister claims you're her boyfriend and even says she's your true love."
"How could I possibly know this kind of trash?" Zhou Beicheng walked over, put his arm around Cassie's shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Only you are my true love."
Cassie chuckled softly, a gleam of schadenfreude twinkling in her eyes.
Yan Shu's face instantly turned pale as she trembled her lips, "Bei-, Brother Beicheng, tell me this isn't true..."
This certainly couldn't be true.
