As their eyes met, Ai Le's mind went through a whirlwind of thoughts.
This cool and aloof Ling Ye seemed completely at odds with his usual frivolous demeanor.
But fortunately, seeing a familiar face made Ai Le feel somewhat more at ease.
Then—
The girl craned her neck, trying to look behind Ling Ye, and after a long while, she frowned.
Ling Ye, in his attempt to look cool, was utterly perplexed.
"Ling Ye, are you alone?"
Ai Le watched the young master get out of the car by himself, and she had expected that two or three other people would follow, but after waiting a long time, no one else appeared.
The flickering flame of hope was instantly extinguished.
Damn it, how could this man, who can't even beat her, possibly defeat He Xuyang?
This was just playing with her!
"Hey—" Ling Ye was not having it.
This woman's look of utter disdain—what the hell was that all about!
