She looked at him nervously, her small hands couldn't help gripping the pillow tightly. She dared to express dislike for the third young master of the Di Family!
She was doomed. Di Mingjue might strangle her to death!
No! That would be too terrible a way to die.
As expected, Di Mingjue's face instantly turned chillingly cold. He stared at her, his sharply penetrating gaze, like a cold sword, pierced into her heart, causing her to immediately back down.
Furthermore, for some unknown reason, he suddenly stopped, giving rise to a sense of unease.
This thought terrified Gu Qibao, and her face instantly turned pale with surprise and fear.
Di Mingjue looked at her with an even colder expression.
This chill made Gu Qibao shiver. She thought that Di Mingjue would strangle her to death, or perhaps throw her under the bed.
"Um, Duke, Duke…" Gu Qibao began to cringe, but she couldn't ask him to continue. That would be too embarrassing.
