Su Weiyi's heart skipped a beat. Sheng Yanxiao had already slowly turned his head, his eyes carrying a hint of cold irony: "What are you afraid of? I won't hit you, nor will I scold you. Is it appropriate for you to be so scared of me?"
Su Weiyi hadn't expected Sheng Yanxiao to point it out so sharply. Her hands tightened a bit, revealing a somewhat perfect smile: "I'm not."
"Three years in the United Kingdom, didn't learn anything else, just learned how to lie?"
"..."
Sheng Yanxiao shifted his gaze and chuckled lightly: "People are often afraid because they feel guilty. So, if you're guilty for breaking promises to me, there's no need. Those things, I don't care about anymore. Su Weiyi, do you think I'm pathetic?"
Su Weiyi looked at Sheng Yanxiao's calm and indifferent appearance, and his completely emotionless voice, and her heart suddenly clenched.
Guilty?
