Ling Momo and Chen Wanru suddenly turned their heads when they heard those two words. Then, both saw the tall figure standing a meter away.
The man they hadn't seen for a long time still looked as distinguished as ever.
His expression was so calm that it was somewhat frightening, his gaze fixed on Ling Momo, deep and cold.
Ling Momo didn't speak; she just stared unblinkingly at Li Qingshen, her eyes calm, but her heart felt uneasy.
He must have heard what she said.
He knew, didn't he, that her initial kindness and approach toward him had a purpose?
He was angry, wasn't he...
Ling Momo felt an inexplicable fear as she watched Li Qingshen before her.
Even the usually adept Chen Wanru seemed slightly awkward and stiff in her expression.
Li Qingshen and Ling Momo looked at each other for a long time.
Cars came and went on the street, the sound of honking incessant.
Yet, Ling Momo felt the atmosphere was dreadfully still.
