"Miss Cheng, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." With that, without waiting for Cheng Ying's response, Lin Yixun turned and walked toward the elevator.
The previous experiences had taught her that nothing good ever happened where Cheng Ying and Leng Yixiu appeared together. Lin Yixun's life had just calmed down; she didn't want to be thrown back into turmoil because of two unrelated people.
She had just reached the escalator when a strong hand grabbed her wrist. A man's cold voice followed, "Lin Yixun..."
Lin Yixun sighed with a mocking smile. See, some things you just can't avoid. She hadn't done anything, yet here was Leng Yixiu, ready to blame her for something.
She turned to look at Leng Yixiu, her voice icy, "Mr. Leng, this time I haven't done anything to your fiancée."
The man seemed not to hear her words, his gaze fixed on her bandaged hand. He frowned and said, "Your hand..."
