97, generosity will be reciprocated, I will reciprocate with a knife

Hurriedly heading home, Song Qinghuan's pace became increasingly disjointed, moving straight towards the villa behind. As she turned a corner, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

He was emerging from the villa, looking the same as he had in the morning, donned in an ivory white sweater and beige trousers. His handsome face bore an expression of frigid indifference, devoid of any perturbation due to her appearance.

Just as they were about to collide, Song Qinghuan abruptly halted her rushed steps to avoid crashing into him.

Upon lifting her gaze, she found herself held captive by a pair of indifferent and ice cold eyes!

Shi Yuhuan gave her a frosty glance and then prepared to leave after retracting his gaze.

Song Qinghuan acted without thinking, reaching out to grab his sleeve, she gasped and said, "Wait!"