After Yang Xiaoxiu finished speaking, the two fell into silence.
Yang Xiaoxiu could clearly feel the atmosphere around her gradually becoming colder, as the sense of oppression and chill from the other party slowly enveloped and consumed her.
Inside, Yang Xiaoxiu felt a slight tension; under Yang Liang's silent demeanor, she dared not look him in the eyes, instinctively feeling a bit of fear.
Immediately, she lowered her head and braced herself to leave from the side, but her body suddenly shuddered.
Only to see Yang Liang reach out again, tightly gripping Yang Xiaoxiu's wrist, with much more force than before, so much so that it caused her pain.
At this moment, Yang Liang still had a faint smile on his face, but both his gaze and the corners of his mouth revealed a sense of gloom.
"No time?"
Yang Liang leaned his aged face closer to hers and said with a sardonic smile, "Tell me, what could a little girl who hasn't graduated have to do at night?!"
