"I imagine you still blame me, Brother Bai." A wistful voice broke the silence from behind him.
Chen Mu did not turn around, but inwardly, he frowned slightly. He very much wanted to say, We barely know each other. He barely even knew Xize, let alone had any connection to Tan Yuwen. Xize's demand that he fight Tang Hanpei was already troublesome enough. He had not the slightest interest in Xize's old grudges, nor did he consider them any concern of his.
He could not understand why Tan Yuwen had exposed his identity, but by this point, he no longer wanted to know.
Whatever Tan Yuwen thought, whatever she wanted, had nothing to do with him, and he did not want to get involved. After their interactions and probing over this period, her danger rating in his mind had shot straight upward. He wanted no entanglements with this dangerous woman, lest she sell him out without his even knowing it.
"If you need something from me, Miss Tan, please speak plainly." Chen Mu suppressed his impatience, raising his voice slightly to emphasize the last three words.
Her soft sigh seemed to rise quietly from the deepest recesses of one's heart, instantly stirring pity. With a trace of resentment, Tan Yuwen said, "It seems your misunderstanding of me has grown quite deep, Brother Bai."
She approached gracefully and slowly sat down before Chen Mu. Only then did he notice that she had changed her clothes again. Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, held a faint sorrow.
"If there is nothing else, Miss Tan, I shall take my leave." Chen Mu's impatience reached its limit. He felt a deep-seated loathing for the woman before him.
As though suddenly pricked by a needle, Tan Yuwen's beautiful, sorrowful eyes shimmered with tears, and her