Shi Yao wasn't sure whether it was her imagination or not, but it felt like the more she tried to clarify things, the thinner the air in the car became.
It was not like she had said anything wrong, so why was the atmosphere becoming like that?
Shi Yao was silent for two seconds before sneaking a peek at Lin Jiage beside her.
That young man's usually nonchalant face had a thin layer of frost over it. His eyes, his brows, and even his slightly pursed lips were exuding an indescribable, chilling aura.
How bizarre. He's the one who said those words back then, so why is he getting displeased now?
Could it be that... he's angry because I said too much to him?
Shi Yao's eyes darted around the car as she mused over this thought, and she felt that this notion was the likeliest to be the case.