Feng Yihuan's emotions were complex, and her heart was in a fierce battle between right and wrong. She didn't notice the man behind her had been standing there observing her for quite a while.
Not until she heard a light cough did Feng Yihuan turn her head to see Ye Heng standing there like a guardian deity.
She quickly stood up from the sofa, "You... when did you come in? This is very impolite of you."
To be honest, she didn't want to talk to Ye Heng right now.
She always felt that Ye Heng's eyes were too sharp and would detect things not easily noticed.
For her, that was not a good thing.
Ye Heng had one hand in his pocket, his expression slightly serious. He walked over and sat down at the other end of the small sofa.
"I came in five minutes ago. Sit down."
After saying that, he elegantly crossed his long legs and waved a hand.
Feng Yihuan looked at his demeanor and couldn't help but press her lips together, as if this were his room.
