Lu Xining's silence
made Ji Muye's heart sink gradually.
From a prodigious youth to a legend in the business world, strictly speaking, he had never had a rival.
In his short life of a little over two decades, he had reached heights others could not achieve in a lifetime.
Illustrious family background, peerless appearance, Ji Muye's life was too smooth.
Lu Xining and his brief five-year marriage
were the only "red crosses" on the scroll of Ji Muye's perfect life.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Why don't you speak?"
The man in front of her had a gaze as harsh as the winter wind, making people shiver just by meeting his eyes.
Lu Xining backed against the wall, the cold touch infusing her almond eyes with a hint of mockery.
"If I spoke, you wouldn't believe me. Why waste words?"
The surroundings suddenly quieted down.
It was due to the intense low pressure emanating from Ji Muye, as if it made all other sounds disappear.
"How would I know if you don't speak?"