Yun Bixue was furious. She shot Wang Qianjin a glare filled with hatred. It dawned on her that he had calculated his move earlier. He definitely did that on purpose to provoke her and draw out a reaction from her.
Wang Qianjin looked at Yun Bixue's cheeks, which was puffed up in anger, and a glint flashed across his bewitching eyes. He wanted to reach out and pinch her cheeks to see if they would lose their shape.
"Young Master Wang, Wang Qianjin, you did that on purpose." Yun Bixue stared at Wang Qianjin, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Wang Qianjin shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand. He went back to the couch and continued to lounge casually. Picking up a teacup on the table, he poured a cup of tea and offered it to Yun Bixue. "Yun Bixue, is there any bad blood between us? Why do you look like you're about to kill me? Here's a cup of tea. I guess you're thirsty too. Have a drink!"
