"Trash!" A cold male voice sounded from the darkness. If one looked carefully, they could still see some shadows. That person was wearing a black robe, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Master, I swear that there won't be a next time! Please forgive me this time!" The woman kneeling on the ground's voice was trembling and she felt like she was tongue-tied. She kowtowed crazily. One could imagine how afraid she was.
"He's already starting to suspect you! What's the point of keeping you? You fool! Do you know how much time I've wasted?" The voice sounded cold and heartless.
The person kneeling on the ground became terrified.
"No! Please give me one last chance. I've already thought of a way!" It was unknown what she thought of, but there was actually a hint of joy in her voice. No one knew what she was secretly rejoicing over!
