Han Yue felt a sudden jolt in his heart, a sense of foreboding washed over him.
Jian Qing, supporting Xiya, turned around to look at the owner of the soft and boneless voice. A faint, meaningful smile clung to the corner of her mouth, strangely upsetting anyone's composure.
"Er... don't get me wrong, they have nothing to do with Jingwu." Feeling Quan Jingwu's whole body radiating icy coolness, Han Yue quickly explained upon meeting Jian Qing's gaze.
His explanation only made matters worse, as though he was trying to cover up his guilt. Quan Mingxuan held his forehead, looking at Han Yue helplessly with his eyes full of despair.
What an idiot...
Jian Qing raised an eyebrow slighty, "Why are you explaining to me? Does this have anything to do with me?"
On hearing this, Quan Jingwu's handsome face turned dark. Even from a distance, Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan could feel the chill emanating from him.
Han Yue forced a bitter laugh, "Well...it's…"
