Yan Xiaye watched with cold indifference, her mind a maelstrom of emotions, both disgusted and amused.
Only Yan Shuirou could make the role of the other woman sound so fresh and refined.
Perhaps Yan Xiaye's snicker was too apparent, for this time, Li Beicheng was silent for a moment. The look he gave Yan Shuirou softened somewhat, yet it still carried an indescribable chill of detachment.
"Beicheng, why are you looking at me like this, don't you believe me?"
