"..."
Nie Xiaoxun felt as if a cold sweat was slowly dripping down her forehead.
Gu Yichen's voice was calm and gentle, as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.
But the calmer it was, the chillier Nie Xiaoxun felt behind her back:
She always felt it was the calm before the storm, how terrifying!
Mu Anran pinched the bridge of her nose, giving Nie Xiaoxun a look that said, "I mourn for you."
For a moment, the car was enveloped in a strange silence.
Watching Nie Xiaoxun's complexion grow worse and her restlessness mounting, Mu Anran could only start looking for topics to ease the atmosphere, "Um, Professor Gu, do you have classes tomorrow?"
Gu Yichen didn't turn around, his voice indifferent, "That depends on whether my client really leaves tomorrow."
A critical hit of 100,000!
Nie Xiaoxun shuddered.
She hurriedly reached out to grab Mu Anran, silently saying, "Mumu, maybe you shouldn't speak."
