Bo Yao's eyes brimmed with obsession as she slowly approached the man.
She muttered softly, "Brother Cheng, she's just a liar, not worthy of your affection."
Lu Yancheng pursed his lips, his brows furrowing sharply as he stepped back.
"Brother Cheng?"
But when she lifted her head, she saw the man's expression remained cold and indifferent, completely unmoved by her words.
Bo Yao stiffened, the glimmer of hope that had just risen in her eyes momentarily dimmed, and a bad feeling suddenly surged in her heart.
Why did he react this way?
Brother Cheng clearly hated being lied to the most!
The next second.
"It has nothing to do with you."
The low voice sounded, the light and airy four words completely sending her crashing down into the abyss, plunging into a cold pool.
In that instant, Bo Yao felt a bone-chilling cold envelop her, disbelief filling her eyes.
