Chapter 357: Seating

Don't mention it, Ye Wutian truly felt an exceptional annoyance in his heart every time he merely held hands with Lin Qingya, this guy would pop up out of nowhere just like Black and White Impermanence.

Looking at Jiang Jian's smug face, Ye Wutian wished nothing more than to rush up to him and kick him twice in the face, followed by spitting fiercely upon him.

Lin Qingya seemed a bit nervous, but this time she didn't pull her hand away from Ye Wutian's; on the contrary, she held onto his hand tightly, as if she was deeply afraid he would run away.

Seeing the two of them holding hands so closely, sparks seemed to fly from Jiang Jian's eyes, his facial muscles twitching, a clear sign he was fuming to the extreme.

"Isn't this Young Master Jiang? What's with the strip of white cloth on your head? Could it be someone at home has died, and you are in mourning?" Ye Wutian mocked with a cold sneer.