Yao Ye stood less than half a meter away from the three of them, wearing a perfectly tailored olive green uniform, with heroic, arching eyebrows and deep, pool-like eyes that sent chills down the spine of anyone caught in their gaze.
Li Juntao saw Zhao Wensheng following behind Yao Ye and was stunned.
Li Hanxiao clenched the fabric at her chest in her palm.
"Yao Ke, let me speak a few words first. As an outsider, maybe Li Juntao will believe me a bit more." Zhao Wensheng gently pressed Yao Ye's shoulder as he spoke.
"Hmm." A simple sound, yet it carried an air of intimidating authority.
No one would doubt that Yao Ye was not in a good mood at this moment.
Shen Jiayin lowered her head quickly before her husband's gaze could meet hers.
Zhao Wensheng walked up to Yao Ye, first looked at Li Hanxiao, and smiled gently: "If you're feeling unwell, you can sit down first."
