239 How Much Money Did You Take?

For a moment, all was quiet and still.

She didn't know for how long Si Zhengting had been standing there and how much of the conversation he had overheard.

He was wearing a white shirt. His tall and slender stature appeared so cold and estranged in the moonlight. His surroundings were filled with a cold air that could keep people at a distance of a thousand miles away from him.

No variation in emotion could be seen from his sharp eyes. Yet, his sharp gaze made people feel even more fearful than when he flared up, because at this very moment, monstrous, surging waves were stirring up in those pair of eyes.

While he looked at her like this, Zhuang Nainai could only feel a strong pressure constricting her. The surrounding atmosphere congealed together, making it difficult for her to breathe.

He was too scary, to the extent that her brain had momentarily short-circuited.