Ye Ling's gaze was too intense; Ye Qian, who was kneeling on the ground burning paper, felt it and looked up. When she saw those cold eyes filled with malice, Ye Qian shivered and instinctively shrank back a little. Her actions caught Si Daochen's attention, and following her gaze, he looked up and noticed Ye Ling staring at them.
A trace of awkwardness flashed across Si Daochen's face as he stood up beside Ye Qian. "Ye Ling, you should kneel here. Earlier, my father said one person couldn't do it, so he asked me to accompany her. Now that you're here, it's perfect."
Ye Ling glanced at him briefly before her eyes returned to Ye Qian. "You, get up."
Ye Qian didn't move, biting her lip, "Sis, is something wrong?"
To be honest, Ye Qian didn't really know what was going on. Ye Ling had changed a lot from before, especially not like she used to be, easily coaxed and swayed. Now, just a glance at those eyes made Ye Qian deeply uncomfortable.
