After years of cultivating immortality, Bai Chuwei only needed one glance to tell if an ordinary person had ever been stained with blood.
Zhao Yu's hands had been stained with blood, and that blood was related to Zhang Ling.
With some thought, Bai Chuwei figured out what was going on.
"Ling, I've cut some fruit for you," Zhao Yu's magnetic voice with a laugh came from outside the door.
Zhang Ling's face turned pale. What now?
Before she could speak, Zhang Ling noticed the door suddenly opening from the outside, and her face turned even paler.
"How did you get in?"
Zhao Yu, holding a plate of fruit with a gleaming fruit knife on it, smiled and waved the keys in his hand, "Here, I have the keys."
"Come have some fruit."
Coldness crept into Zhang Ling's feet, and she suddenly regretted everything...
If only she had agreed to cooperate with Bai Chuwei earlier, now they should have been sitting together having a meal!
Why was this happening?
