Gu Qibao couldn't help but shudder at the sight.
She was wondering, should she say something?
But she didn't know what to say. Forget it, better not to say anything at all.
Di Mingjue's cold face was quite alarming, like a frosty sculpture radiating a chilling presence. Gu Qibao had the feeling of feeling cold without a breeze.
It was truly too cold. So much so that she repeatedly wanted to ingratiate herself with him, but how should she do that? Should she act cute and fawn over him, imploring him to take her?
Oh my, that would be too horrifying!
No way, this was not the right way to interact with Di Mingjue.
And why, pray tell, should she have to please him? He was appalling, saying in front of everyone that she was like a gourd…
Did she look like a gourd from head to toe?
That's why she would not pander to him! He was just a despicable man!
