"That's what Ah Lin said. He told us that he saw you entering the elevator." He Huai scratched the back of his head somewhat perplexed, sensing a tense atmosphere.
"Isn't that the case?" He Huai tentatively glanced at Shen Wan and then turned to look at Song Lin.
"Of course not." The young woman chuckled lightly, bypassed He Huai, and walked straight toward Song Lin. She stopped a step away, her eyes dark and profound, like two unfathomable whirlpools, as if they could suck away one's soul.
Song Lin's gaze flickered briefly, then he broke into a smile. Undeniably, the man had a delicate and handsome face, unlike He Huai's sunny disposition or Qin Zeyan's gentlemanly charm. He exuded a kind of wild and rebellious aura, leaning more towards the sinister side. Even when he smiled, it felt like that smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
