Just about to.
Ming Ge, from the words of the Zhuang Family, accurately captured these two words and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.
Just about to = Not yet.
Fortunately, she had made it in time.
Fortunately, it wasn't too late.
Immediately after, Ming Ge's expression turned cold.
The interweaving of the dark night and the faint light cast upon her face, her red lips lifted into a sharp curve, and her slow, deliberate enunciation carried a hint of murderous intent, "Young Master Lei?"
The Zhuang Family, "..."
She looked so beautiful, like a fine porcelain doll from a high-class showcase. How could her complexion turn so cold, her aura so terrifying?
Beautiful girls always have certain privileges to some extent.
But the more beautiful, the more dangerous.
And the more likely to attract covetous glances.
