Ye Chen clenched the steering wheel and suddenly started the car. Cheng Anya's heart thundered because of the tension, and her face was slightly flustered.
Under the cover of the night, her face seemed like a pink jade.
What had happened to Ye Chen?
Why did Ye Chen have so many secrets? Why did he have so much pain in his heart?
She remembered how Ye Chen's body tensed up at the banquet, and how his deep and unfathomable gaze betrayed a shred of malice to Cheng Anya.
He had suffered too much.
And people felt bad at the suffering he had gone through.
Being the third young master of such a well-to-do family who was dominating and ruled with an iron fist, how could he have a gaze that reeked of desperation?
These thoughts overwhelmed the terrible consequences of Ning Ning being discovered.
Anya must be crazy!
If she was not crazy, why was he occupying her thoughts?