Lin Shuang raised his eyes, staring at her indifferently.
He and Ning Jinyu locked eyes.
"I saw a hint of intent to kill in your eyes, but now it has disappeared. So, have I guessed right? Are you an assassin? Did you want to kill me to silence me just now?" Ning Jinyu suddenly swirled her glass, speaking softly.
As a psychologist, she naturally possessed deep observational skills; she had noticed the killing intent in Lin Shuang's eyes in that instant.
But Ning Jinyu didn't seem afraid, instead confronting this man's secret directly.
Lin Shuang smiled, sipping his wine lightly, "You are very brave. Are you trying to regain face in front of me, to make up for your embarrassment yesterday?"
Ning Jinyu, realizing that her thoughts had been exposed, also smiled, "Yesterday... was indeed a bit awkward. I'm not the kind of woman you imagine."
"I understand," Lin Shuang nodded slowly. But internally he was thinking... you are exactly the kind of hypocrite I imagined, okay?
