C192 Ye Yuvyuv Am I Being Complacent?

"What's the matter? You invited me here, aren't you going to offer me a seat?"

Yuvyuv gave a slight smile, her expression dazzling yet devoid of warmth, like a blade of ice, sharp and cutting as it swept over Qinglian. Qinglian, dragging her heavy shackles, stepped back a few paces and pointed to a worn-out wooden bench by a rickety table, signaling for Yuvyuv to sit.

With a mocking grin