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  Mu Sihan raised his jaw slightly and exhaled a mouthful of smoke. He looked down at An Xiaolin with his dark eyes narrowed slightly.

  There were not any emotions on his handsome and wild face, his sexy thin lips was curved in a smirk. “You’re so ugly, how could you be a host?”

  Lin Wanyue who was standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.

  Since she met Mu Sihan, there were countless women who liked and admired him. No matter how pretty or good their figure was, he was too lazy to even look.

  They were simply beneath his notice.

  If he met with those who confessed in such a bold manner, heaven help the woman, he would speak ever harsher.

  An Xiaolin looked at the handsome man who was leaning against the railings and puffing out smoke incredulously. Her thumping heart sank after hearing his brutal words.

  Ever since she was young, she was only praised for being beautiful, no one had ever said she was ugly before.

  Although she was not as beautiful as Nan Zhi, but she was still delicate and fresh, and definitely considered a favourite type in many men’s hearts.

  “Young Master Mu, did you just call me ugly?” An Xiaolin’s long eyelashes fluttered and she burst into tears. In the past, any boy who saw her like this would be soft-hearted and couldn’t help but comfort her.

  Just when she thought the man in front would have some sympathy, he said in a cold voice, “Get away from me. Don’t dirty my eyes.”


  Seeing the impatience flash past his dark eyes, An Xiaolin shivered with fear. Not daring to stay with him for another second, she turned around and ran away sobbing.

  After An Xiaolin had run off, Mu Sihan flicked the cigar ash from his fingertips and said in a deep and cold voice, “Come out.”


  Lin Wanyue came out from the dark corner and went to the terrace with her hair standing on end. She met with the man’s dark and dangerous eyes and she said with great pressure, “Young Master Mu, I’ve got the thing.”


  Mu Sihan stubbed out his half-smoked cigar and reached out his hand to Lin Wanyue. “Give it to me.”


  Lin Wanyue handed the handkerchief to Mu Sihan.

  Despite having seen the picture of the handkerchief, Mu Sihan’s dark pupils shrank and the color of his eyes darkening when he saw the physical object.

  For nearly a minute, his thin lips were pursed tightly and his face tensed.

  “Where did it come from?” His voice was as cold as ice, with no warmth at all.

  Lin Wanyue looked at the grey and gloomy sky. From time to time, white streaks of light flashed past in the distance, followed by the deafening sound of thunder.

  A storm is coming.

  The man’s expression was even more frightening than the dark sky. Lin Wanyue cautiously said, “Nan Zhi dropped this handkerchief in the broadcasting station’s changing room and I picked it up.”


  Mu Sihan’s pupils constricted and wild emotions ran through them.

  He tightened his hold on the handkerchief and looked at Lin Wanyue with cold sharp eyes. “You should know the consequences of telling lies in front of me!”


  Being pierced by his dark and sharp gaze, Lin Wanyue felt only a strong sense of oppression, the air around them was dense and even breathing became difficult.

  She shook her head in horror. “I didn’t lie. This handkerchief was really from Nan Zhi. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her directly.”


  Mu Sihan waved his hand with a cold expression. “You can go now.”
……

  After Nan Zhi had washed the red wine stains off her clothes and blow-dried it, she took her clutch and left the guest room.

  She found the man, who seemed preoccupied with thoughts, on the terrace smoking.

  “Mu Sihan……”


  Before she could finish, the man who had his back facing her turned around suddenly and his deep and dark eyes looked at her with a complication expression.