Rong Yue trembled all over, "I... I didn't hear anything, I heard nothing!"
She nervously grasped the pouch at her waist, like a little cat, her feet fidgeting uneasily.
She had never been afraid of anyone, even her father, mother, and brother; no matter how strict they were, even if they beat her, she was never afraid.
But now... Rong Yue felt as if she had seen the King of the Underworld.
Chu Heng's features were exquisite, his sword-like brows and starry eyes, his slightly curved thin lips, carried an extremely charming arc, the most perfect man she had admired for years.
But the words he spoke were so cold that they startled her, "Sorry, there can't be the slightest error in my hand."
Rong Yue's body collapsed to the ground.
Chu Heng withdrew his hand, seeing her breathless appearance, his gaze was filled with regret.
