"Silence." Xi Yemo lazily sat in his chair, exuding an aura as strong as a king, and coldly uttered two words. He didn't even bother looking at Tang Yun Ze and Ye Xue Ning.
He stretched his large hand to hold onto Lan Xin Ai's small hand, a slight chill causing his eyes to crease.
Lan Xin Ai subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Mr. Xi held it firmly. Under the light, his brows conveyed dominance that discouraged any refusal.
In a few moments, Lan Xin Ai regained her calm. Her initial panic didn't stem from remnants of past feelings but the sudden encounter with Tang Yun Ze.
Because, she had long forgotten about this man, and any memories of him had been swept away in the wind, leaving no traces behind.
But having Tang Yun Ze seated next to her, even with Ye Xue Ning in between, the atmosphere still felt unsettling, as if Tang Yun Ze had tainted the air somehow.