Chapter 83 Ning Jing, You Can't Run
- Cheng Jinghao's cool scent was suffused with a very faint disinfectant scent. I wondered where he came from.
- He stared at me condescendingly with his ink-like eyes. A cold smirk appeared on his face as he asked in reply, "I don't have to interfere?"
- "Yes," I looked away and spat out a word.