Ye Jiuliang and Gu Xinuo exchanged bewildered glances.
What was happening?
A whiff of gunpowder?
After being snubbed in the private room last time, and now mocked by him once more, even the most good-tempered person would feel indignant.
Jiang Yisheng's brows furrowed with anger welling up inside him.
His approach was menacing as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
After a moment, he lifted his head, his face still wearing its usual gentle smile, the mist in his eyes concealing all of his emotions.
The serene smile fell into the other person's deep black pupils.
Their eyes met.
Time seemed to stand still, eerily quiet.
Suddenly, Jiang Yisheng spoke, his voice cool and his tone choking, "If I fell, that's my own business, what does it have to do with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scent of gunpowder grew even thicker.
Ye Jiuliang's gaze shifted back and forth between the two, inexplicably feeling like they were about to fight.
