Li junyu's cold black eyes suddenly narrowed.
Short hair Pixiu?
It was not the answer he expected.
His young girl had long, smooth, and black hair. When his slender fingers slid through her hair, the soft strands of hair could always easily wrap around his knuckles.
This answer made li junyu very dissatisfied. In fact, he was even a little angry.
He raised his brows slightly, and without saying a word, Ling Xi already understood his orders.
The sharp dagger brushed past Yao Yuqing's face and finally stopped at her ear.
"Since you don't understand what eldest young master is saying, then don't keep this ear." Ling Xi's tone was calm and emotionless.
"Yao Yuqing, you're only missing one ear. You still have the other. I hope that you won't mishear the next time the young master asks a question. There's no second chance for a liar."
With that said, the dagger was pressed against Yao Yuqing's left ear, ready to cut it.
