With just one glance, the two people nonchalantly looked away.
However, that glance stirred up a storm in Mu Qingge's heart.
She silently returned to her room, recalling the predatory look in Yao Xinghai's eyes, as if he had uncovered everything, exposing her secret.
'What does he know?' Mu Qingge asked in her heart.
She had never interacted with Yao Xinghai, so why would he look at her like that?
"Qingge, what's wrong?" Ji Yaohua turned and noticed Mu Qingge's troubled face, and asked.
Mu Qingge slowly shook her head, and said to him: "How much do you know about Yao Xinghai?"
