Li Chengyun's cold face remained expressionless, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her, not missing a single emotion playing out on her face.
The powerful, strategizing man could keep a close watch on one direction while observing the rest. With just a glance, he noticed her pale fingertips trembling violently, eventually curling up tightly in the palm of her hand.
In this staring contest, Yu Jingrong eventually turned her face away and lowered her head, so uncomfortable that she conceded defeat.
Her gaze unfocused and cloudy, she managed a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, "It seems we've arrived, we should get off." She paused, then added, "There's really nothing between me and Mu Ye, whatever he feels is his business, I've never thought about having anything with him."
Li Chengyun's cold lips remained pursed, silent.
