Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, as Zhan Se drew in a sharp breath of cold air...
Had he gone mad?! How could he do that?
The bizarre suspense was nearly driving her insane!
She couldn't figure it out, and couldn't think anymore, her heart panicked and chaotic, she
Ai Muran, wearing stiletto heels, knocked on the door at the appointed time, and the man who opened the door was Iron Hand with an expressionless face.
Looking at his inexplicably unangered complexion, Ai Muran smiled politely and asked, "Iron Hand, what is the Young Emperor doing? Everyone is waiting for him below. The banquet has yet to start! At least give them some face."
With one hand propping the door frame, Iron Hand's gaze flickered slightly before he swung the door wide open, stepping aside.
"Come in."
Ai Muran felt a secret delight.
She really had not expected Iron Hand's attitude to be so good, inviting her in directly.
