When he saw that she wasn't responding, Meng Desheng became increasingly anxious, "Please, leave us be. I understand—crushing us underfoot is as easy for you as stepping on ants. So why bother? Why waste your time and energy on us, right...?"
Ye Ning still looked at him, smiling.
That smile, cold as ice, made Meng Desheng feel as though he was gazing upon a frozen lake.
Just then...
Someone began to slowly emerge from within.
Both of them looked over.
Mu Yeli, with his tall and upright figure, appeared at the door.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his black trousers as he walked out with a steady gait.
His seemingly gentle eyes appeared as indiscernible as a profound abyss, the darkness within his irises virtually immeasurable. With his high-bridged, deep-set nose and defined cheeks beneath thin lips, he looked every bit the cool and aloof man.
His demeanor exuded the arrogance of a king. The imposing air he radiated was awe-inspiring.
