Qing'Er wanted nothing more than to help Liu Rushuang feel a little better, so she quickly poured all the water into the wooden tub.
"Young Miss, do you feel a little better?" She cried anxiously to Liu Rushuang.
Liu Rushuang suddenly raised her head and looked over at Han Moze - the man who was practically exuding cold air.
She sensed something when those two unfamiliar men were outside the room.
She didn't know their motive.
But she was more interested in the older man.
Not for any reason other than he was abundantly cold.
Her heart shuddered the moment she looked up to see that man.
He was really handsome with narrow, deep and sharp eyes. His nose was tall and assertive. His thin lips were tightly pursed and his face shape was sharp and clear-cut. The heavens perfected every inch of him.
Liu Rushuang smirked, as she waited for them to state their purpose for coming in.
They were definitely not ordinary people.
