How terrifying can a woman's love for beauty be?
Bai Zhongyuan confirmed this with his own experience. Just a moment ago, he felt two intimidating auras, almost murderous, emanating from Tong Xiaoxue and a little girl named Wu Mei.
Despite outwardly showing respect to Tong Xiaoxue, Bai Zhongyuan, who was secretly cultivating a certain technique, had his own dignity. The Bai Family was one of the prominent families in Tianjing. As the legitimate son of the Bai Family, how could he possibly be devoid of accomplishments? All that he showed currently was just a camouflage.
Even so, he couldn't help but feel he might have made a mistake today.
The stipulated five minutes passed rapidly. Xiao Qiang didn't say a word. He simply walked up to Wu Mei, gently wiped her neck, and slowly raised the hair to expose the scar that was slightly raised.
"This..."
