"Why are you here? Don't you have work to do?"
Those were the first words he uttered upon arrival, his tone unexpectedly impatient.
Yin Hehe turned around.
She looked at him, her cool gaze like autumn water, settling on his refined, handsome face and unnerving anyone who saw it.
"Sheng Siyuan, do you always feel like Miss Yin owes you something?"
"??"
The man's handsome face darkened, and his eyes turned sharp.
What is she going on about now?
Yet the woman seemed unafraid of him, her eyes full of scorn as she forced a pale smile at him.
"Or perhaps, you think she died too early, so early that you have nowhere to vent your hatred?"
"..."
At last, the man lost his patience. He crushed the cigarette in his hand and took threatening steps toward the crazy woman.
Yin Hehe: "..."
In an instant, as the towering figure of the man closed in on her, she stepped back.
However, in a flash of lightning, he had already grabbed her wrist and pushed her violently.
"Thud!"
