Ye Yiheng's voice was very faint, "Fine, I believe you."
Leng Yu Yan's fair wrist lifted, pulling on Ye Yiheng's two fingers and shaking them gently as she spoke, "I want to speak a few words with Qingyu, Your Highness, please don't mind."
Ye Yiheng remained expressionless but nodded in rare agreement.
Seeing her so coquettishly cajole the blind man, Ji Qingyu suppressed the sudden surge of intense jealousy in his heart, though his face betrayed nothing, "You really act as if I'm not here, don't you?"
The joking tone hid the bitterness only he knew.
"Let's go," Leng Yu Yan said with a smile.
Ji Qingyu stepped up to follow her, "Ah Yan, what is it that you want to tell me?"
Was it something she didn't want the blind man to know?
With this thought, Ji Qingyu's lips curled in a smile.
