803, a chill gradually rose in the man's dark eyes.

The living room was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

The main male and female characters of the incident just stood facing each other, with torn white papers scattered all over the carpeted floor around them.

Their eyes met, but they were clearly in confrontation, as tense as drawn swords.

Both were very attractive.

Xiao Yebai was refined and neatly dressed, with thin-framed glasses that lent him a rather aloof demeanor.

Meanwhile, Mo Weiyi, dressed in a red dress and elaborately made up, had a smile on her face. However, her eyes and brows also clearly conveyed a sense of cold haughtiness.

If it weren't for knowing these two, Su Wanwan almost thought she was watching a high-profile idol romance drama.

"Why aren't you talking?" Mo Weiyi spoke again, breaking the silence. She lowered her eyes, glancing at the scattered white papers around, "Do you need another copy to look at?"

His pupils suddenly contracted.