It was Zhang Ling who actually opened the door, not her, but Su Xiaofei surmised that Ye Mingyu would disregard it nevertheless. She was visibly trembling, but whether it was out of rage or fear, Su Xiaofei wasn't certain.
Fear? Su Xiaofei paused at that thought as her eyes remained on Ye Mingyu's face.
It had occurred to her that Ye Mingyu had never looked at her this way before. Sure, this white lily would always show her feigned concern or sympathy to gain the favors of those people around them, while giving her mocking smiles and gazes, which only infuriated Su Xiaofei in silence, but never fear.
"W-what do you want?" Her instinct was telling her she was in danger.
