Gu Chaohan stood in front of her, his gaze fixated on her.
His voice was as cold as ice, "Do you think I'm angry because of you?"
Su Yan countered, "Isn't it?"
"Haha..." He laughed out loud, but his words were cold and ruthless, "Su Yan, you're thinking too highly of yourself. Tell me, what leverage do you have to make me angry for you?"
"..."
Yes, indeed, ask herself, what leverage does she have?
She didn't respond, and he didn't continue speaking. The atmosphere once again fell into a silent stillness.
Yet their gazes remained locked, neither of them looking away.
This kind of invisible harm was like a slow poison, unnoticed at first, but once it flares, it often becomes an excruciating torment.
His patience was better than hers. If they continued to stalemate like this, it was not impossible she could freeze to death in the cold wind.
So, in the end, it was she who broke the atmosphere first.
