Yan Sijue's expression was calm, his gaze sharp as he looked at her: "What's the matter?"
Chen Yayan shrank slightly, her eyes instinctively glancing in Mu Yiliang's direction. Yan Sijue noticed, frowned slightly, followed her gaze, and then his expression froze.
As if he couldn't believe his eyes, he murmured: "Yiliang?"
Then he showed anger: "What are you doing here?"
Mu Yiliang slowly walked towards him, taking in his angry expression. Her heart felt slightly bitter; indeed, he no longer wanted to see her now.
However, since they had come to this point, she would never back down. So, from the moment he appeared, her gaze persistently stayed on him.
"I have something to say to you." She spoke softly.
Yan Sijue looked at her, his eyes as dark as ink.
