A cold sweat broke out across Situ Qingshan’s back, leaving her dress damp against her skin. “Mr.… Mr. Ye…” Situ Qingshan stammered. She could fly into a rage at Mu Xia, but she wouldn’t dare breathe a word of defiance to Ye Sijue. Ye Sijue withdrew his arm, his gaze turning glacial as it fell upon her. “I’m aware that countless people would kill for my business card,” he said, his voice dangerous