Lu Yinfeng huddled in a corner, trembling nonstop with tears smeared across her face, and her hair was messily sticking to her cheeks.
Utterly disheveled and pitiable.
As Mo Nanze lifted his foot, Lu Yinfeng shouted frantically, "Don't come any closer!" He stopped in his tracks.
He was somewhat puzzled, why would Lu Yinfeng be afraid?
She could be angry, she could be indifferent, but fear shouldn't be it.
Mo Nanze looked at her intently, his eyes half-closed, his eyelids obscuring the brilliance of his pupils.
Cold and detached.
Mo Nanze subconsciously reached for his cigarette pack but hesitated a moment with his hand in his pocket. Then, changing his mind, he withdrew it and took out a voice recorder from the other pocket.
When he pressed the play button, Lin Xiyao's voice came through.
["Nanze, I've signed with a new company since my return to the country. Of course, that incident was for hype."]