The voice was gentle yet carried an air of arrogance.
She leaned lightly against the door, tilted her face upward slightly, and looked at the man before her.
In three years' time, Shi Lingyan had shed his youthful immaturity and had become stable and mature, as well as more reserved.
Now, he had fully grown into the appearance of a mature man.
His aura was even more intimidating, his methods more direct.
However, at this moment, as he looked at her, his gaze grew deeper and deeper, yet he hesitated to act.
Shi Mei's slender white fingers held a cigarette; the light-colored smoke rose leisurely, concealing her pitch-black mask.
Beneath the mask, her already-fading fiery red lips curved into a slight sneer, "What's the matter, Mr. Shi? Have you become too scared to look now?"
Shi Lingyan found her defiant demeanor strangely familiar as he watched her.
