Dear...?
As Ruan Yiyi spoke these words, she suddenly felt a chill creeping from behind.
It was as if a gaze as sharp as a serpent's was fixated on her.
After Ruan Yiyi hung up the phone, she stopped in her tracks and turned around.
And when she turned around, someone else turned away too. What she saw was a masked Jack talking to Jiang Cheng.
The two were saying something unknown, Jiang Cheng nodded slightly, and then Jack seemed ready to leave as well.
Ruan Yiyi watched this scene, feeling faintly that something was amiss, but couldn't pinpoint it.
Someone was watching... her?
She shook her head slightly, finally leaving the scene.
Just as she was about to get on the elevator, footsteps sounded outside, and a hand stopped the closing elevator doors.
The hand was fair and slender, with well-defined joints, exquisitely beautiful.
Yet on his index finger, beneath the nail, there was a faint, small black mole.
Ruan Yiyi's gaze flicked over it subtly.
