"I don't understand what you're saying." Ji Huai, who was lying on the ground, looked away guiltily. He immediately got up from the ground and was about to leave when Ji Zhao blocked his way.
"What are you doing?" Ji Huai stared into her eyes vigilantly and swallowed nervously. His long and narrow peach blossom eyes flickered with a fierce light.
"You and Madam Pan Wu have to explain to everyone that the Earth Temple is not haunted at all. This is all a rumor that you deliberately spread." Ji Zhao looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice.
"Why should I listen to you?" Ji Huai straightened his neck and sneered.
"Previously, on account that we have the same surname, I tolerated you a lot." Ji Zhao cracked her fingers as he slowly approached him. Her expression became even more serious. "Since you refuse to take the easy route, don't blame me for being merciless!"
