Yao Qing quietly watched his movements.
Just as she thought he really was about to leave, his movements paused.
He turned to look at her, their eyes met, "Won't you let me in to talk?"
Yao Qing instinctively frowned, wanting to refuse, but the words that came out were strangely the opposite of what she had intended.
…
At home, the man leaned half against the sofa, his eyes fixed on Yao Qing with a serious gaze.
"What did Feng Ye come here for?" he asked.
Yao Qing glanced at him, "Can't you see the invitation on the table?"
Yu Yanshen played with the invitation, flipping through it casually. It seemed like he didn't care, but the low pressure around him seemed to lessen a bit.
"The Ouyang Family's young miss is so spoiled and unreasonable. At fourteen she shaved her head to become the school's beauty, and at eighteen she snatched someone's love away, causing the death of her predecessor's girlfriend. Feng Ye has made quite a sacrifice to secure his position."
