"Something's not right. Leng Xue, when did you return tonight?"
Seizing her small hand tightly in his palm, Leng Xue remained composed, his expression unchanged as he calmly replied.
"At the time I knew you would come to steal my things."
Crack, what?
Zhui Ming almost dropped his jaw in shock, and in a daze, forgot to withdraw his hand.
"You... how did you know I would come?"
"Zhui Ming, you really don't understand me!" Leng Xue said with a bit of repression in his voice.
"What? What do I not understand about you?"
"You don't understand anything." A glint of hurt flickered through Leng Xue's eyes, but he had no intention of explaining too much to her.
