Jiang Che looked at Lu Fengxuan deliberately with a sickly sweet gaze, full of deep affection, as if his eyes could accommodate only her existence.
The air around them became momentarily stagnant.
A storm was brewing in Yu Chiyin's cool, ink-dark eyes, a prelude to a tempest.
Just then, a soft little hand gently rested on the back of his hand. Lu Fengxuan stood by his side and said,
"Brother Ayin, he's purposely trying to provoke you, don't fall for it. This disgusting trash isn't worth dirtying your hands over. Let him go, let's leave."
Just having been looked at by Jiang Che made her stomach churn, feeling so nauseous she was close to vomiting.
At the same time, she understood Jiang Che's purpose—to intentionally create friction between her and Yu Chiyin and provoke an argument between them.
