Chu Dazhuang hadn't even had time to react when he saw the dean frowning desperately, mouthing words urgently.
Before him, Katerina had already knelt down excitedly.
She knelt on the ground, with tears streaming down her face.
"Respected Angel Envoy, please forgive my rudeness and offense."
As Katerina spoke, her words were filled with utmost devotion, as if she, in that moment, was the most devout believer.
Everything was because Chu Dazhuang had healed Katerina's leg.
Katerina knelt there, not knowing what to do.
She feared neglecting the messenger before her and deeply regretted it, for, according to the Bible, to blaspheme a messenger of God was to descend to Hell.
Chu Dazhuang, on the other hand, Qing Qing curled his lips, muttering affirmatives with some helplessness in his eyes.
This aloof Irishwoman was now kneeling before Chu Dazhuang, like an extremely obedient child.
