Yan Xiaye's gaze drifted, indicating that this topic was quite distressing for her.
Her interactions with Qin Yan had been brief, and the opportunity for their acquaintance had been orchestrated by the man himself.
In such circumstances, she had no choice but to become his ally, and the fact that they could sit and converse amicably was already miraculous. As for understanding or recognizing... When had the two of them developed a relationship that could match these words?
In the moment of silence, the small space occupied by the two naturally isolated itself from the bustling and noisy surroundings.
A few curious young girls, frightened, all skirted around, their instincts helping them realize that the handsome man was not as tender and affectionate as they had imagined, and in reality, he was someone they could not afford to provoke.