Song Yan's lips couldn't help but curve into a mocking smile, but she didn't even have the desire to respond.
However, the person beside her halted in their steps.
Song Yan's gaze was indifferent as she looked elsewhere without much care.
Gu Chenxiao turned his head, his brows and eyes encased in frost.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice as cold as his expression, "Which eye of yours saw that I am a good person?"
Facing those fierce, cold eyes, Nana was taken aback.
Then, the icy voice sounded again, chilling to the bone, "Have you thought about the consequences of spreading rumors before me?"
Nana was so intimidated by this powerful aura that she couldn't stop shivering, frightened. She suddenly felt very regretful. Why had she taken the initiative to provoke this man who was clearly even less approachable than Song Yan...
...
Han Yao's room wasn't on the same floor as theirs. The elevator arrived, and he went down first.
