Mu Yin looked at Chi Ying in the passenger seat as if her own cabbage had been ravaged by a pig, her anger hard to dissipate.
She simply closed her eyes, out of sight, out of mind!
It seemed as if the sky had suddenly darkened.
This charity gala was unprecedentedly grand.
The road to the banquet was jammed to a standstill.
"So many people..." Chi Ying looked out at the traffic outside the window, then turned to glance at the man with a cold expression smoking at the corner of his thin lips, his face gloomy, and she quietly broke the silence.
But the man didn't react at all.
His narrow phoenix eyes hidden in the flickering shadows, became even more chilling and alarming.
"..." The cramped space felt oppressively tense, Chi Ying was somewhat at a loss, watching his slightly reddened handsome face, she asked cautiously, "Does your face... still hurt?"
"Are you annoying?" The man suddenly turned his head, his cold gaze sweeping across her face.
