Lian Xinying pursed her lips, hung her head low, just like a child who had done something wrong.
He choked on his words, restraining the anger that incessantly surged within him, his fists clenched and then loosened before clenching once more.
The coldness in his eyes made her shiver uncontrollably.
The two of them remained in a standoff for roughly ten minutes.
Yan Ye took out his phone in front of her.
Not knowing who he was calling, he dialed the number, and as soon as the call connected, he said tersely, "Bring a lock!"
Upon hearing the word "lock," Lian Xinying abruptly lifted her head to look at him.
She did not know what he intended to lock.
But it felt very dangerous.
Given her understanding of him, whatever he was about to do was sure to be extremely perilous!
"What are you going to lock?" Lian Xinying asked, tilting her chin up to look at him.