Leng Youchen's handsome face darkened, and his fingers tapped lightly on his chin as he eyed her obvious attempt at making conversation, his eyes brimming with amusement, "So, are you here to make a scene?"
"Not really." His profound and serene gaze made her so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands or feet. She touched her hair, pulled at her skirt, and finally fiddled with the Pixiu jade ornament on the table.
Leng Youchen enjoyed watching her fidget. The little one looked quite uncomfortable, her expression still carrying a daughter's coyness. He couldn't help but anticipate what she really wanted to say to him.
"If you're not here to make a scene, could it be that you've come to apologize to me?" The man rubbed his chin with the tip of his finger, his brow-raising movement indescribably suave and dashing.
