After speaking such words, Zhou Ziyu laughed heartily again.
His expression had changed, different from before, his eyes now disdainful as he looked down upon Zhu Li with contempt.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that he was mocking Zhu Li, but she, desperate to know about Yang Xiao, had no other choice but to comply with Zhou Ziyu's demand.
So what if she had to kneel? As long as she could learn news about Yang Xiao, she was willing to kneel before Zhou Ziyu.
"Zhou Ziyu, please tell me about Yang Xiao!" Zhu Li's knees gave way, and she knelt before Zhou Ziyu.
"Is this the attitude with which you beg someone?" Zhou Ziyu looked down from his lofty position at Zhu Li.
"Young Master Zhou, I beg you, please tell me about Yang Xiao!" Zhu Li, upon hearing this, spoke again, this time with even lower posture.
Although she was already at her wit's end, she couldn't help but want to care about Yang Xiao, even if it was just to hear some news about him.
