Seeing the situation, Xia Ziyu suddenly felt a certain part of his body reflexively ache.
Mu Yunlie noticed something odd underfoot and glanced down, his eyebrows tightly knitted.
For someone with a cleanliness obsession, it felt like stepping in shit...
So, Mu Yunlie's gaze towards Xia Ziyu became even colder.
His thin lips slightly parted, his voice chilly, "If I find out that you're approaching her with ulterior motives, I won't let you off."
Xia Ziyu wasn't afraid either, slightly lifted his chin, and looked straight into Mu Yunlie's eyes.
But as he kept looking, Xia Ziyu's momentum gradually weakened.
His head slowly lowered, his eyelids also slowly drooped, and finally, he avoided Mu Yunlie's gaze.
Damn it!
How could someone in this world have such a sharp gaze!
Those eyes made one feel chilled all over.
A coldness shot up from the heart.
If he continued the stare down, he felt like he would be frozen into an ice sculpture by his gaze.
