She angrily dragged a pearwood chair over, SLAMMED it on the floor, and planted herself on it assertively. With her arms crossed, she glared fiercely at Chu Fan, her expression full of indignation.
It was as if Chu Fan's silent "distrust" was a great insult to her.
"...You're overthinking things, Yue." Chu Fan wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his brow, his voice tinged with helplessness.
Seeing the situation, Leng Qingqiu waved her hand and said calmly, "That's enough, Nangong. Chu Fan didn't mean it that way. Chu Fan, if there's something you need to say, speak freely. There's no need to hesitate."
She paused, her gaze deepening slightly. "Everyone here is one of our own. There's no need to be secretive."
As she spoke, she raised her long, jade-like fingers and casually snapped.
SNAP!
