The eyes of Yun Qiqi in front of her narrowed slightly, revealing a feline-like gleam, quietly gazing at her.
Her gaze seemed to see through all the filth in Fan Yubing's heart:
"Fan Yubing, it's been two years, and you haven't changed one bit."
"Two years ago you said something similar to me, and now, two years later, you're using the same method…" She seemed amused, her lips curved slightly, her voice soft and sweet as she asked, "Don't you find it repetitive to use the same tricks twice?"
Fan Yubing looked at her in that moment and suddenly felt disoriented.
For a split second, she almost saw the shadow of Yan Yan in her.
Every time Yan Yan was angry or about to deal with someone, he wore that expression.
The difference was, she smiled more harmlessly.
But the inner aura she exuded was strikingly similar to Yan Yan's, the kind of danger one feels instinctively.
