Qin Feng pursed his lips in a comically exaggerated manner, almost swallowing them whole, as his wide eyes darted back and forth between Sang Ning and Li Haidong.
Sang Ning is definitely in trouble this time!
"Hmph." Li Haidong snorted heavily, clearly displeased, "Young people sure have a talent for telling people exactly what they want to hear."
Sang Ning slowly curved her lips into a smile, unhurriedly responding, "I'm not bad at telling ghosts what they want to hear either."
Li Haidong's already expressionless face turned even darker, but Sang Ning seemed delighted.
Moments ago, he'd brazenly sized her up, his gaze dripping with hostility. Sang Ning couldn't help but feel irritated—this was their first meeting, and she hadn't done anything to offend him.
"I've been telling you to wear more clothes. Look how cold your face looks." Wei Lan chimed in, interrupting the tension. She thoughtfully adjusted Li Haidong's jacket, pulling the zipper of his windbreaker all the way up.
