Through the glass, Jiang Qingli and Baili Jing's eyes met.
Those gentle, pale gold eyes narrowed slightly, holding a sharpness rarely seen in them.
Jiang Qingli's breath hitched.
A single thought hammered wildly in her mind—
'Damn it all! Why is it Baili Jing again!'
It was bad enough that he caught Ye Linyuan in her bedroom last time.
Now he was catching her making out with Ye Linyuan in a car...
Jiang Qingli's scalp tingled with dread.
For some reason, she was terrified of meeting Baili Jing's disappointed gaze, afraid to see the hurt in his eyes.
After a moment of her brain short-circuiting, Baili Jing suddenly pulled his hand back and stopped knocking.
He looked at the glass for a few more seconds, then turned and left.
Jiang Qingli let out a huge sigh of relief.
Only then did Ye Linyuan, who had been leaning back, speak coolly. "It's one-way glass."
Jiang Qingli: "..."
Jiang Qingli slammed a fist on his serpentine tail, fuming, "Why didn't you say so sooner!"
