"What do you mean?"
Hearing Lu Yi's name, Shen Heyu felt a sinking premonition inside her. She intended to interrogate him, but since she was ill, her voice lacked any strength and sounded soft and coaxing, almost like a seductive plea.
Pei Yansi paused upon hearing her voice, but quickly collected himself, striving to remain unaffected by her spell. He smiled faintly and continued, "An hour ago, he called your cell phone. Want to know what he said?"
His smile was as inscrutable as ever, devoid of warmth.
Shen Heyu found it odd; she looked into his eyes only to find them pitch-black, exuding nothing but boundless coldness, revealing nothing else.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but Shen Heyu simply couldn't glimpse any hint of his inner thoughts from his eyes.
However, her years of understanding him told her he was angry. But due to her illness, he struggled to keep his temper in check.
