Han Ming seemed to have thought of something, looking at Ning Zhuo, her eyes shining brightly, full of inquisitiveness.
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and cautiously asked, "Dare I ask, sir, did you eliminate this old ape?"
Under the mask, Ning Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, "Hmm, and what if I did?"
Han Ming immediately took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and knelt on both knees, bowing deeply to Ning Zhuo, "Sir, this young woman is willing to be your maidservant, willing to sign a soul contract, and serve you for life!"
Ning Zhuo couldn't help but frown, feeling somewhat puzzled by Han Ming's display.
Initially, when Ning Zhuo had captured Han Ming alive to provide him with soul essence, she had been extremely repulsed and resentful of Ning Zhuo.
Later, her attitude had softened because she feared death and had no choice but to submit.
But now, Ning Zhuo could sense her genuine sincerity, her heartfelt submission.
