Lin Wan's face warmed, my God, he was so charming, just a glance was enough to have an alluring charm.
This was the first time he genuinely looked at her, his gaze had never fallen on her face like this before.
Lin Wan wanted to say something to console him.
Wounded men were the most vulnerable and vulnerable men needed tenderness the most.
But before she could speak, she saw the extreme coldness in his eyes, gloomy and relentless, his thin lips lifted mercilessly and spat out a word, "Get out."
Lin Wan shivered, inexplicably devastated.
But she didn't want to retreat and hurriedly blurted out, "Don't you want to know who pushed Gu Qibao into the river?"
Di Mingjue's brow furrowed, his thoughts seemed a little slow, and it was only after two seconds before he spoke, "You better not talk nonsense."
His voice was husky and thick, full of undeniable coldness, that coldness seemed to permeate his body, and no warmth could ever dissolve it again.