White Rose was a clever person who had long noticed that neither Sheng Wentao nor Tang Yurou seemed to know what kind of person Ye Xunhuan truly was.
Or rather, to be more precise, they didn't know Ye Xunhuan's past, didn't know who he used to be.
That's why, even though she recognized Ye Xunhuan and felt a deep fear in her heart, she didn't dare expose him, nor did she dare show that she knew him.
But it was precisely because of this demeanor that Sheng Wentao grew anxious on the spot. "Miss Bai, you must've seen it earlier on the broadcast screen, right? This incident has nothing to do with Young Master Ye or Miss Tang—Wei Shengjin brought this upon himself, and you—"
"Young Master Sheng, do I need you to teach me what to do?" White Rose slowly fixed her gaze on Sheng Wentao.
However, her previously cool gaze suddenly turned icy, like two razor-sharp swords forged from ice spikes—cold and penetrating, carrying an aggressive sharpness that could slice to the bone.
