C162 They Could Not Say Anything about It
The scorching sun beat down on Su Shan's head, drenching her face with beads of sweat. Her gaze fixed on Ye Xiaofeng, her hands nervously tugging at her skirt.
Ye Xiaofeng's face was a mask of complexity as he observed Su Shan. He had a genuine fondness for this girl, whose features often reminded him of Qin Lan. However, thoughts of Yun Manxue, Dung Mengna, and the rest weighed heavily on him