Sheng Yang pretended to bend down to find the hairdryer. She smirked and muttered, "I just think you're a little strange today."
It was an intuition born from knowing him for a long time.
In the past, every time Yi Juncheng looked at her, his eyes were filled with honey and he had a smile on his face. But today, it felt different.
Yi Juncheng's eyes darkened. They were dark. He said nothing.
"It's fine if you don't want to tell me." Sheng Yang didn't like to get to the bottom of things. She had just picked up her pen when she saw Yi Juncheng take out something from the corners of her eyes. It was something she and Yi Juncheng were extremely familiar with and had been looking for for a long time.
The silver metal glowed with a cold charm. There was blood on it, but she didn't know whose blood it was.
She knew that the dust had settled. He had found it.
Yi Juncheng knocked on the table gently. Sure enough, he was a little uneasy.
