His voice was not too loud or soft, just loud enough for Zhou Chengyan to hear. He sat on the sofa, his legs crossed under the table. Zhou Chengyan took a light sip of coffee, his eyes gazing at the deep brown surface of the liquid. The corner of his mouth curved upwards excessively.
"Prison food? What prison food can I possibly eat?"
"You know very well what," Yu Ting retorted swiftly. She didn't move, not willing to approach Zhou Chengyan at all.
Even breathing the same air in the room made her lungs uncomfortable.
Yu Ting thought Zhou Chengyan was acting presumptuous, lawless. Who knew what line he had crossed? Perhaps if she investigated him, she might unearth something.
"So, you want to threaten me with this?" Zhou Chengyan finished his coffee, resting his crossed hands on his legs. His smiling eyes, watching her closely, resembled those of a python, sizing up its prey. "Come and sit, let's chat."
He was curious about Yu Ting, wanting to know more.
