At this moment, even Ma Li couldn't help but admire Hao Jian for being able to infuriate the usually unflappable Murong Qiushui to such an extent.
Murong Qiushui's face was full of killing intent. She didn't think she had overestimated Hao Jian, but now it seemed she had still underestimated him.
This was the first time she had been pushed into behaving like a shrew. "I've already taken my clothes off, and now you're telling me you can't perform?"
"But miss, I... I'm no match for him?" Bai Zihui said with an embarrassed face. Murong Qiushui had told her to stop, but she insisted on fighting. Now that Murong Qiushui was ordering her to fight, she dared not.
This guy was obviously much stronger than her, shattering a rockery with a single punch. Bai Zihui had no confidence in challenging him.
This would simply be courting death!
"You still go! Ma Li, you call someone!" Murong Qiushui commanded with an air of killing intent.
