Cheng Ying shook her head gently and said softly, "I'm not cold anymore."
The two of them gazed at each other, as if this world only had room for the two of them, and no one else could intrude.
Watching this scene, Lin Yixun suddenly felt redundant. Why was she staying here? Was she looking to humiliate herself?
The man supported Cheng Ying as they walked outside step by step. When they passed by Lin Yixun, he glanced at her coldly, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Lin Yixun thought that if looks could kill, she would have died a thousand times over already.
"Xiu, this time it really has nothing to do with Miss Lin. I accidentally fell into the pool," Cheng Ying always knew just the right moment to add fuel to the fire.
It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, but saying this only made the matter more concrete. Lin Yixun sneered inwardly, thinking Cheng Ying had truly mastered the art of acting.
