She glanced worriedly at Su Yu, but seeing his perpetually calm expression and the unwavering stillness in his eyes, her heart instantly settled.
Su Yu hadn't told her what his trump card was, but after going through so much with him, she already had unconditional faith in him.
This man was always so reassuring. Any so-called crisis or trouble was no problem at all as long as he was around.
"Junior Su, aren't you going to reveal your trump card yet?"
Chen Fan stared intently into Su Yu's eyes, trying to find even a trace of panic, but those deep pupils remained as placid as a deep pool.
A surge of frustration welled up inside him, and his expression twisted.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
'Damn you, Su Yu! You always have that look of complete confidence, and then you silently pull off something shocking.'
At that moment, Chen Fan wanted nothing more than to kill Su Yu on the spot and eliminate this threat for good.
