"Are you not coming up?" Bo Fengheng turned to look at her standing there, dazed, and, feeling a surge of anger, barked at her.
For some reason, she seemed irritating to him no matter what she did.
Mu Yin, startled by his shout, quickly gathered her wits and followed him.
The helicopter wasn't very spacious, and Si Chen and Ye Ying, knowing their place, sat in the back, leaving only the seat next to Bo Fengheng open.
At this moment, with his legs crossed and clad in slim black trousers, the golden morning light poured through the helicopter window onto him, outlining his already handsome features as if he were a deity descending from the heavens.
Even the clouds outside the window served as a mere backdrop.
Yet his icy countenance and deep, dark eyes were more like those of a demon from Hell, making one shudder without feeling cold.
Mu Yin had no choice but to steel herself and sit next to him.
