Zhao Anqi's Predicament
"What are you laughing at?"
"Are you laughing at what I've said or what I've done?" Yan Wuyue asked as she put down her cup.
Zhou Mingrui hurriedly raised his hand to pinch his lips to stop laughing. Then, he coughed to clear his throat and said, "I didn't mean to laugh at you. I just thought this was too interesting, so I couldn't help it. Please don't mind me."
Yan Wuyue snorted. She stood up and walked behind Zhou Mingrui, placing her hand on his shoulder.
"Alright, alright, I apologize. I shouldn't have laughed at you, okay?" Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. All he could do was beg for mercy.
"Oh, really?" Yan Wuyue lowered her body and whispered into Zhou Mingrui's ear.
"Y-yes, really." Zhou Mingrui, who had never been nervous even in the arena, was now tensed up.
The next second, Zhou Mingrui felt his entire world tremble from an intense pain in his ear.
