Song Yi furrowed her brows, clearly expressing her displeasure at Wen Mu's words.
Wen Mu carefully captured her expression.
Licking his lips, he gave a refined smile: "What's the matter? You've been with my brother for so long, and you still don't know his personality? He's very stubborn. Once he sets his mind on something, whether good or bad, he'll pursue it to the end."
"To achieve his goals, he can forgo anything, resorting to any means necessary. If something more important than you appears in his future life, you might become a sacrifice to his goals."
After speaking, his tea-colored eyes quietly fixed on Song Yi, observing her every reaction.
This time, Song Yi's face showed no waves; she was very calm. Wen Mu could not discern anything from her expression.
As long as Song Yi wanted to hide her emotions, she could definitely conceal them deeply.
