Baili Xia's stride faltered, her palm tightly clenched in a reflex.
"Come or not, that's your call." Lu Xuening wagered that she would follow her.
She always knew, the sick man was her Achilles' heel—she couldn't break away from him!
As expected, Baili Xia did not leave, but followed her into the room.
As they entered, the room door was slammed shut.
Lu Xuening raised her hand and somehow produced a bag of powdered drug, quickly tossing it at Baili Xia.
If it were Baili Xia of the past, she definitely wouldn't have been able to avoid it.
But recently, a mysterious man had been training her every night, making her reflexes far superior to what they used to be.
With a "swish", as Baili Xia dodged the drug, she unleashed her silver chain.
"Ah!" Lu Xuening screamed in pain as her wrist flared with a burning sensation.
Looking down, she saw a bloody gash across her wrist, fresh blood continuously oozing out.
