A fine phrase, "Qingqing will explain for me."
Qingqing, Qingqing.
How dear they are.
Perhaps the real flame of anger had been ignited somewhere deep within him, for his expression now was even calmer than before by several degrees.
There were definite signs of an impending storm.
"Mr. Yu, you took the initiative to come and question me. So may I also ask why you are at Qingqing's doorstep in the middle of the night... Whose attention were you hoping to attract?" Feng Ye's gaze was deep as he stared at Yu Yanshen.
"Or is it that Mr. Yu just happened to be passing by, conveniently had a small car accident, and it just happened to be at Qingqing's doorstep?"
The world always says that women like to be jealous and compete, but it never mentions how a confrontation between men can be equally sharp, more blunt and pointed than women's tactful ways.
The darkness at the bottom of Yu Yanshen's eyes grew increasingly cold and heavy.
