"..." Meng Xi'er turned her head away, "I'm not worried about you."
The laughter in Lu Yebai's voice deepened slightly as he nodded, "I know."
This reply made Meng Xi'er feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if he had seen through some of her thoughts, leaving her slightly distressed.
She pursed her lips, sternly saying, "I really am not worried about you."
The gentle expression on Lu Yebai's face slowly softened. His dark eyes stared at Meng Xi'er's icy, indifferent profile, a shadow of loss flashing in his gaze. He sighed, not saying anything more, and started reading the news on his tablet.
The scene fell silent.
The people Lu Yebai brought were well-trained. Each seated in the first-class cabin, maintaining total silence with not a sound to be heard.
In this silence, Meng Xi'er began to feel uneasy. She glanced at Lu Yebai. Said man appeared utterly calm, as though not caring in the least what she had just said.
