Summoning up her courage, she walked over to the seat where the man was sitting, grabbed his arm, and sweetly cooed: "Young Master Rong, are you still mad at me?"
Suddenly hearing Shen Jiahui's voice so close, Shen Jiayin was startled, and her hands pressed against Yao Ye's shoulders.
Yao Ye placed his hand on his wife's slightly parted lips, listening to Shen Jiahui's voice, his narrowed, beautiful eyes revealing a gleam of danger in the darkness of the bus.
Evidently, the Young Master Rong sitting behind them was the man who was keeping Shen Jiahui.
