Sun Yao's jealousy and anger towards Mu Lin was indeed no light matter. However, the next moment, a pair of eyes, cold as ice and exuding a palpable murderous aura, suddenly met hers. At that moment, Sun Yao felt all the hair on her body stand on end, as if she was treading on thin ice.
With just a cold glance at her, Jing Chen immediately withdrew his gaze without hesitation.
To him, even an extra second spent looking at such a woman was an absolute assault on his eyes; unless Jing Chen hated the murderous glances directed at his woman, he would never spare a moment's glance for any other woman.
It was terrifying.
Even though it was only for an instant, Sun Yao still felt her entire body trembling, her pores all standing on end. It was frightful.
Who was this man standing beside Mu Lin? He seemed dangerous.
Lowering her eyelids, Sun Yao clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and lifted her eyes again. When her gaze rested on Jing Chen's flawless profile, she was struck dumb.
