My Lili?
The nickname made her throat tighten. She reached for her water, quickly taking a sip to hide her reaction.
She wanted to ask since when they were on such affectionate terms, but she decided against it, settling instead for glaring at him subtly.
Old Master Xia, on the other hand, seemed slightly appeased by the unexpected display of affection. His sharp gaze softened just a touch. He harrumphed, crossing his arms but gesturing for Yang Lingyun to sit. "Hmph, sit down."
Yang Lingyun nodded respectfully and took the empty seat next to Xia Lihua.
Yang Lingyun couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed on Xia Lihua. She was unusually quiet, and the air around her seemed colder than usual.
Her delicate face was impassive and her attention was firmly on her food as if everything else was irrelevant.
But Yang Lingyun could sense the subtle tension in her every move. It was eating away at him.
He was panicking inside, his thoughts racing.
