Lin Wanqing looked innocent, "Did I do something wrong?"
The other girls sitting with Lin Wanqing noticed and tactfully stood up to leave.
"Let's sit down first, we can talk slowly," Lin Wanqing scooted over inwardly.
Chi Cheng did not speak, remaining indifferent.
However, his eyes, dark as ink, were fixed on Lin Wanqing with a hint of threat.
Lin Wanqing shrugged, "Alright, if you mean the fact that I told An Ran the significance of December 6th, yes, it was indeed me."
The music in the bar was deafening, and the enticing lights flickered intermittently on Chi Cheng's seemingly untainted handsome face.
Chi Cheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, the upward curve was cold as he chuckled, "Do you qualify to meddle in my business?"
Although the man was smiling, the smile was extremely cruel, like a Demon Satan, as if in the next moment, he would personally cast her into Hell.
