Coming, Coming

So it was Ye Ying. She finally figured out who was looking at her so maliciously.

Ye Jian, who was accompanying the chief, suddenly looked over and spotted her accurately. Ye Ying was so flustered that she choked on her saliva. She didn't dare to cough, so her face turned red.

In her panic, she dodged her gaze for less than a second. She suddenly felt that she was in a sorry state when she suddenly looked away. Ye Jian laughed at her.

She couldn't help but glare at her again. She tried his best to raise her aura and try to force Ye Jian to panic with her gaze.

Unfortunately, what she did was just a joke to Ye Jian. Ye Jian smiled coldly and retracted her gaze.

Her cold smile made Ye Ying so angry that her chest was about to explode. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out Ye Jian's name.

"Ye Jian! Just you wait!"

Her hands gripped her knees so tightly that her manicured nails turned her knees red.