When did Xi Zheng come over? An Chuyu wanted to know as well.
With her back to the sliding door of the cloakroom, she dared not turn around to look at the man at the doorway; the only thing she could see was Zhu Cuixi's panicked and surprised expression.
Even Zhu Cuixi had realized the seriousness of the situation.
Some things, when eavesdropped upon, have an entirely different outcome compared to being openly admitted.
An Chuyu steeled her nerves in secret, slowly turning her head; since she was sitting on the ground, her gaze moved from bottom to top, gliding over the man's long legs to his chest and abdomen before ultimately settling on his face.
She was sure that she had never seen such an indifferent and mocking expression on Xi Zheng's face, and she suddenly felt a bit of panic.