Yan Ci exchanged a glance with Shu Yin as an inscrutable look appeared on his face. "I suspect that you sold me out." "I sold you out?" Shu Yin, agitated, pointed the fork at herself, forgetting about the table manners. Yan Ci had something to say about that. He even felt faintly hard done by, "You did that before." Shu Yin chuckled out of anger. "