Zhou Sinian's sudden appearance went unnoticed by everyone except Ye Nanxun and Fu Yue, who were facing him directly.
Especially after Fu Boyan had received his little aunt's support, his arrogance soared, "Little aunt, the masses have crystal-clear insight, you know."
Ye Nanxun's scalp had already tingled from the gloomy gaze of a certain man, yet this oblivious fellow kept prattling on endlessly.
She now just wanted to find some super glue to seal his mouth, to save him from courting death and dragging her, an innocent person, into it.
Her headache was splitting.
In the end, she could bear it no longer.
"Fu Boyan, shut up."
A sudden roar interrupted the incessant chatter.
Fu Boyan was naturally displeased, but upon seeing the clear anomaly in the other's eyes, a chill ran down his spine despite himself.
The acute him instantly sensed a pair of eyes on him from not far behind.
Without even turning around, he could guess the owner of those eyes.
