Chu Yu did not smile; instead, she looked at Rong Zhi coldly.
How could she not think of what He Jue had thought of?
Although she knew that Rong Zhi was doing it to gain an advantageous position, that indifferent attitude made her heart chill repeatedly. Chu Yu had not expected that, at this critical moment, in such a dangerous situation, she would become petulant.
But she could not disregard it because the person doing this was Rong Zhi.
She felt very cold in her heart, ice cold.
Rong Zhi smiled lightly, his smile casual and disdainful. His body maintained its original posture, leaning against the entrance of the carriage, with one hand supporting him. The carriage continued to jolt, and the longsword that Rong Zhi had let go of slid with the vibrations to the side of the carriage, and with the momentum, it stabbed into the wall of the carriage. Yet, he stood steadily in this unbalanced pose, without any intention of falling.
