Meng Jilin was even more puzzled, "What is this? Mr. Ye, you are breaking into a private residence!"
"You'd better pray this has nothing to do with you, otherwise, you're definitely going to die," Ye Sihan warned, looking at him with a cold and vicious glare.
"What exactly is going on?" Meng Jilin couldn't understand. "Could it be... Xing Ling is in trouble? How could that be? Could she have... thought the same way as Tang Yu?"
The oppressive aura around Ye Sihan grew even more frightening, "Say that again!"
"I'm sorry," Meng Jilin frowned slightly, "But I'm really worried about her. If something happened to her just because she came here for a meal, I would feel guilty."
Ye Sihan's expression turned icy, his facial features tensed.
Thinking of Tang Yu's situation only increased his panic.
Lately, Xing Ling's mood hadn't been great; he could feel it.
Could it really be...
