Mu Yin felt uncomfortable under his gaze and shifted her eyes away.
She could only hope the car would go faster.
Praying that Yingying and the others had not been taken away yet.
...
Si Chen led the person into the lounge.
Tang Qingyue's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the tall and straight figure standing at the door.
But she didn't forget the words Mu Yin had entrusted to her, keeping her head down without making a sound, her face and expression concealed from view.
Soon, she felt a burning gaze land on her, domineering and possessive, treating her as his own, leaving her no place to escape.
Tang Qingyue was both frightened and delighted. To have won his heart – what more could a woman ask for?
Bo Fengheng, dissatisfied that she didn't even glance at him, bellowed, "Aren't you going to come over here?"
