"Master Di..."
Mu Qingya smiled as she walked toward Di Ming.
Her voice was so soft that it was like a light breeze brushing against the heart.
Di Ming frowned. He took two steps back, keeping a distance between him and Qingya. He did not want to be too close to her.
Too close... Her breath was disgusting to him.
Mu Qingya stiffened. She looked at Di Ming's expression as if there was something about her body that smelled so disgusting that he was unwilling even to get close to her...
"Di Ming, I asked you to come here for Little Nine. After all, Little Nine is my sister, isn't it?" She smiled faintly.
The smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.
But it did not please Di Ming.
"What do you want to tell me? Just hurry up and say it!" He sounded impatient.
His cold eyes made Mu Qingya tremble, and she slowly closed her eyes.
She did not understand why Di Ming disliked her so much.
