Two maids hurriedly entered the room to clean up.
Following them, Nalan Xie frowned and casually sat at the table, picked up an orange, and while peeling it, he smirked, "Calling yourself a fool, yet taking it out on others."
"What right do you have to speak about me!?"
Qin Shier pointed at Nalan Xie, her delicate face as cold as the harsh winter, radiating an intense killing intent.
Nalan Xie tossed a segment of the orange into his mouth, his lips curling into a barely visible cold sneer, mockingly and disdainfully, "Of course I have no right to say anything. After all, you are the canary that is meant to fly out of the cage one day and turn into a phoenix."
Just as Qin Shier was about to explode with rage, a familiar figure appeared at the door.
It was the old man with a tiger face.
The woman's complexion changed dramatically. She knelt on the ground and bowed, "Miss Shier has seen the master."
