He stared at Ye Shaohua's face, trying to detect any sign of unusual emotion.
However, there was nothing.
No anger, no grievance, not even fear.
Yuwen Zhe, who had studied politics for nearly half his life, was at a loss when it came to this woman.
"Yuwen..." Ye Shaohua put down her book, and it seemed that after much thought, she finally remembered Yuwen Zhe's name, then she looked towards him with indifference, "Yuwen Zhe, what makes you think you can threaten me?"
For the first time, there was an expression on her face, but it wasn't any that Yuwen Zhe had anticipated.
It was casual... mockery.
Even in such a predicament, she was still so detestable, Yuwen Zhe thought bitterly.
However, when he attempted to teach Ye Shaohua a lesson, he found himself immobilized.
When had this... begun? Yuwen Zhe's eyes widened as he looked at Ye Shaohua, who seemed perfectly at ease, and her indifferent expression.
A sense of powerlessness finally took hold of him.
