Meng Sihan spoke with unwavering conviction, leaving An Yin utterly stunned.
"Really?" An Yin tilted her head, looking at him in a daze, her face written with "doubt."
"You don't believe me?"
Meng Sihan's face turned cold, his words carried a hint of intimidation, combined with his frosty demeanor, how could An Yin dare to argue.
"No," An Yin mumbled indistinctly, her small face clearly showing guilt.
The timid appearance of the young girl displeased Meng Sihan, but since she was so delicate, he saw no reason to argue with her.
Meng Sihan gracefully sipped from a wine glass held between his long fingers. The spicy sensation in his throat eased the darkness in his heart.
The young girl in front of him was quite obedient and didn't like to talk, yet her emotions were fully displayed on her face, not knowing how to hide her feelings. Such a pure girl was rare in the world, perhaps this was why he returned to this bar, even telling Wen Mei that the young girl must stay with him.
