Liu Rushuang glanced at the dozens of well-dressed women who stepped gracefully forward. Then, smirked without a care in the world.
As she raised her wine cup, she thought about when she could go back to the Blood Feast headquarters for a visit.
With a fake smile on his face, Han Moze watched as dozens of women stepped forward.
Then, he took a big stride from the seating area and walked to the center.
His deep and resounding gaze unknowingly fell upon Liu Rushuang's face of indifference once again.
Qing'Er jumped in fright, then hung her head down really low. She looked a little terrified, as she hoped that the tyrant wouldn't recognize her.
Han Moze looked at the heart of Liu Rushuang's brows which had a faint scar. All of a sudden, he squinted. Isn't that where the plum blossom was on the face of the woman in white from this afternoon?
