Zhao Shuncheng's face turned ghastly pale. He flapped his lips for some time before he replied to her dryly, "Yarong, did you hear it wrongly? We were not arguing just now."
"Oh, really?" Duan Yarong cocked one of her eyebrows before she shifted her gaze and rested on Zhao Youlin.
Zhao Shuncheng's forehead broke out in cold sweat. He kept shooting glances at Zhao Youlin. However, Zhao Youlin ignored him.
Instead, Xiao Jingyao, who had been following closely behind Zhao Shunrong and Duan Yarong, pushed back the glasses on the bridge of his nose before he asked teasingly, "Mr. Zhao, what happened to your eyes? Why are they looking slanted?"
Zhao Shuncheng stopped his eye movements. He turned stiff as he turned his head around to face Duan Yarong and the rest of her group. He grinned as he said, "Indeed, something is wrong with my eyes lately. This could be due to having faced the computer for long hours."
