Wang Jierong's beautiful eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire. Her voice trembled violently, and anyone could feel her anger, dissatisfaction, and resentment.
But Li Yuan couldn't be bothered with her. He remained by Xia Zhijin's side, his gaze fixed on this hidden gem of a girl who was trembling from nervousness. He spoke gently, "Xia Zhijin, are you listening? Would you do me a favor?"
Xia Zhijin's mind, which had frozen, finally rebooted. She sheepishly lifted her head to peek at Li Yuan. Meeting his gentle gaze, her heart began to beat erratically. She stammered, "Li-Li Yuan, wh-what do you need my help with?"
Hearing her voice, as crisp and pleasant as pearls falling onto a jade plate, and seeing her pure, shy, and youthful face, Li Yuan's focus wavered for a moment.
He took a silver Zippo lighter from his pocket, preparing to hand it to her. He tried to use a relaxed tone to lower her guard.
