Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian looked each other in the eye. Xia Jinyuan placed his right hand on the corner of his forehead and then waved it outwards elegantly. "Good night, little fox," he said.
"Good night," said Ye Jian, lowering her eyes to look at his handsome face. Her smile was as free and unrestrained as a breeze. She didn't sit in the wicker chair to enjoy the starry night until he walked into the building.
At this moment, her mind was calm and peaceful, while Ye Ying's mind was messy as if being ravaged by a hurricane.
With tears in her eyes, Ye Ying stared at Gao Yiyang. Restraining the hatred in her heart, she questioned him in a hoarse voice. "So, do you also think that I did it intentionally?"
