Liang Chen only pulled a chair and sat down across from her after Jing Haohao had taken her seat.
Seeing the undried tears on Jing Haohao's face, Liang Chen reached out his hand to wipe her tears.
At the moment his fingers touched her skin, Jing Haohao jerked her head away.
Liang Chen's hand fell to the table. His face, which had softened slightly, turned gloomy again.
Jing Haohao became aware of the stifling air. Cautiously, she peeked at Liang Chen, unintentionally clutching her skirt.
Liang Chen expressionlessly watched Jing Haohao's uneasy movements, his eyes not blinking.
Jing Haohao was so scared, she dared not breathe.
Seconds turned into minutes, and the silence in the room turned terrifying. It felt like the calm before a storm. Just as Jing Haohao began to curse herself for angering Liang Chen again, wondering how he was going to punish her this time, Liang Chen shifted his gaze from her face, looking out the window.
