Seeing Zhao Li Xin's expression, Lucia subconsciously held her breath. For a fleeting moment, she wondered how she had ever liked this terrifying man. Constellation was filled with dangerous people, manipulators, murderers, and fanatics, yet none of them made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up the way Zhao Li Xin did.
Suddenly, he slipped the dagger behind his back and pulled out his phone, then dialed a number. Lucia blinked in confusion.
After a few rings, the call connected.
"Honey, you finally called. Where are you?" Lory's voice came from the speaker, carrying a hint of complaint.
Almost instantly, the icy expression on Zhao Li Xin's face melted. "I'm sorry. I got a little preoccupied." His voice, usually cold and emotionless, turned unexpectedly gentle. "Don't be angry, okay?"
