Everyone's gaze settled on Jiang Nanshu, their complex expressions not masking their shock in the slightest.
"What do you think?"
He Lianzhi's expression changed over and over, sensing Bao Yan's icy glare, she felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the table.
No one else knew.
Bao Yan, this man, was infatuated with his own foster sister.
It was ridiculous.
And she was merely a tool to conceal his crime, he had made it clear to her from the time of their engagement, yet she still held onto a sliver of hope, wishing Bao Yan would notice her.
She wasn't proud like Xu Xingwan; she could lower her head for him.