Yao Qing watched as Yu Yanshen's expression turned increasingly unpleasant.
Was he about to lose his temper?
It seemed so.
As she thought this, the man's gaze once again settled on her, his eyes quietly radiating an intimidating and frosty presence without a hint of anger.
Yao Qing didn't speak, lowering her eyes.
Her demeanor resembled that of a student who'd caused trouble in class being silently called to the teacher's office after school, mute and seemingly guilty for no reason.
Yu Yanshen stared at the hairpin on top of her head, the lengthy silence noisily oppressive.
About a minute later, he picked up the jewelry box again and pushed it towards Yao Qing.
Yao Qing lifted her eyes for a glance, gradually hearing the man's voice.
From icy— to... sincere?
