The man's aloof and distinguished features grew even colder, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips as he, with a touch of graciousness, answered the phone amid Li Sihe's relentless paging.
Li Sihe had no idea that the person he had gathered the courage to call was not Bian Yue.
He spoke with less warmth, more gloom: "Bian Yue, I'm at Wen Jiao's place! Why aren't you back yet!"
Shen Jinci listened quietly, without a word.
In the Wen Family's hall, Wen Jiao was on the verge of tears, regretting not going with Bian Yue to find Shen Jinci earlier that night.
Seeing Li Sihe's anxious demeanor, his amiable and elegant face clouded over, Wen Jiao internally screamed for help, cursing herself for not being able to sprout wings and fly away.
Under the light, Li Sihe's face was a mask of gloom, he gripped his phone tightly, his breathing rapid, "Bian Yue! Speak up! How long have you been away from the Li Family? Have you grown wings?!"
His words were unmistakably scolding.
