Yin Yu spoke in a very light tone, and her face held a slight smile—not one of contempt, but another kind of expression that made people feel uneasy.
Wang Yong, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, felt that this expression was somewhat familiar. He felt like he had seen it somewhere before, but clearly in a much more elevated form.
Chen Siyu didn't think much of it; she simply figured Yin Yu was scheming.
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