He Jingyao's gaze was fixed on the gun in her hand.
Watching her lift the muzzle upward, aiming at Zhixi, his gaze darkened.
"Miss Ye." His voice was low and slightly hoarse, "Whatever dissatisfaction you have, direct it at me."
Ye Shutong turned her eyes to him.
He Jingyao stared back at her silently, with restraint.
She suddenly laughed, "Young Master He, you must be very angry, right? Second Young Master Huo said, being your enemy leaves me with no chance of winning. But... I succeeded once, didn't I?"
He Jingyao faintly curled his lips, "Yes, when I realized I was tricked, I was indeed very angry. Miss Ye, you are very capable, I underestimated you. As a rival, from now on I will give you more attention."
Ye Shutong laughed lightly, and after laughing, there was suddenly a hard-to-describe heartache and melancholy.
Her long-standing unwillingness seemed not to be resolved by his words. She thought she'd feel proud hearing this, but that wasn't the case.
