Half laughing and crying, Meng Fuyao cursed, "Go somewhere else if you want to mess with her! So dirty!" She then glared at Zhan Beiye and added, "Useless… playing game with a guinea pig."
"None of my business," Zhan Beiye insisted, sitting down beside her with his golden blade. "Don't put us together in a sentence."
Finally, when Zhan Beiye "saw" Hu Sang, his face turned grave as he stared at her.
The air in the room instantly turned freezing cold with his glare, and even Hu Sang, who had been screaming her lungs out, shuddered and cowered into a corner
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Unfamiliar with that side of him, Meng Fuyao turned to Zhan Beiye. 'Aye, this guy seems pretty imposing when stern. A pity those dark eye circles ruin the look a little.'
