C427 Cold War

On a chilly evening, Yechen noticed Xueer hadn't said what he wanted to hear. His lips parted slightly as he leaned closer to her, his voice carrying a magnetic allure. "I'll ask again, what exactly did Qianqian tell you?"

What he wanted to know was whether Qianqian was trying to leave his side quickly, handing things over to Xueer, or if it was just Xueer acting on her own.

"No, nothing else