Caught off guard, two identical faces stared at each other.
Jade-green eyes narrowed dangerously as Yuan Shimo spoke slowly. "Shiyao, what are you doing here?"
Though phrased as a question, his tone held no curiosity—only a chilling iciness.
Standing behind the two brothers, Jiang Qingli, who had done nothing wrong, was suddenly struck by the nervous, awkward feeling of being caught red-handed.
'The male who shouldn't have been in the closet, the husband discovering a third person in the room and demanding answers in a cold voice, and the helpless woman herself, stammering and speechless.'
No matter how she looked at it, the scene was a dead ringer for getting caught in the act...
A torrent of wild thoughts flooded Jiang Qingli's mind. Her scalp tingled with anxiety, and her fingers clenched into tight fists.
She regretted it.
'I shouldn't have told Yuan Shiyao to hide in the closet. I should have just told him to jump out the window!'
