"Young Master Rong, you asked me to come over—is something the matter?" An Ruoxue bent down and sat on the sofa opposite Rong Che. Her large, bright eyes gazed at him with deep confusion as his expression suddenly turned cold.
Moments ago, Rong Che had been gentle, but now his face was as cold as a block of millennial ice. Even sitting across from him, An Ruoxue could feel a chilly current rushing toward her.
"Uh..." An Ruoxue unconsciously reached out to rub her arm; the hairs on her skin beneath her sleeves were standing on end.
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