The unexpected voice disrupted the conversation between the two, and their faces shifted dramatically.
"Zi... Zijin... why are you here?" Xiaoling blurted out in shock.
Xu Zijin was dressed entirely in black. The wind blew from all directions. No one knew how long he had been standing there or how much he had overheard. His expression was icy cold.
This coldness was unlike any before.
It was cold laced with disgust, repulsion.
"If I didn't come, how could I hear such a fascinating commentary?" Xu Zijin chuckled lightly, but there wasn't a trace of humor in his dark, somber eyes.
He was angry because Xiaoling had touched his bottom line—this, Yan Yinuo judged with pinpoint accuracy.
The tension in her heart grew tighter and tighter.
Yan Yinuo wasn't naive enough to believe that Xu Zijin was merely passing by and happened to witness Xiaoling's actions firsthand.
In fact, she suspected even her and her mother's every move had been seen by Xu Zijin.
