Why would Jun Ye be here?
Li Zhenwei and Wen Mingzhu, feeling guilty like thieves, simultaneously had a troublesome thought flash through their minds.
An icy light, from the Jade Pendant around Wen Mingzhu's neck to the bare and slender neck of Manman, as Lu Jun withdrew his gaze in an instant, not knowing what had come over him—why he had rushed here upon hearing they were present, and even less so, expecting to encounter Wen Mingzhu and Li Zhenwei here.
After hearing the conversation that just took place, the only thing he could be certain of was the mercilessly cold light sweeping across Wen Mingzhu's face filled with trepidation. Wen Mingzhu appeared as if she had been slapped, her limbs rigid.
"Jun Ye," Li Zhenwei casually placed his hands back in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and walked over to greet him.
"Oh," Lu Jun's response was indifferent to the extreme.
