"Who said Shen You'an was rigging votes? Was it you?"
When the young man looked up, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a captivating warmth, causing people to unconsciously fall into them.
However, Xiao Ling, who was caught by these affectionate eyes, didn't feel any joy; she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her face turning ashen.
She instinctively stepped back, muttering, "No... it wasn't me..."
The young man's thin lips curled slightly, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed.
This face was too deceiving.
For a moment, some people stared blankly.
"You're right," the young man said with a smiling gaze.
Xiao Ling was stunned.
Even Luuo Yunqi couldn't understand what kind of game Leng Yunyang was playing.
"Hey Leng Yunyang, what are you up to?" Gao Yuyue stared at him displeased.
Leng Yunyang didn't respond to Gao Yuyue. He dropped his handkerchief, propped his chin with one hand, and shook the long leg draped over the other.
