Zhi Jin's hand, which was about to fall, was suddenly frozen in mid-air, her face extremely contorted. She took a deep breath, desperately forcing out a wronged expression and turned awkwardly around.
However, there was no one behind her.
"Pfft! Hahaha..."
This time it was Long Yue's turn to burst into laughter.
He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he was gasping for air, especially seeing Zhi Jin's face twisted with all sorts of emotions—resentment, anger, terror, grievance—all mixed together, looking as ridiculous as a monkey!
Zhi Jin looked at the empty corridor, realizing she had been tricked, extremely irritated. She turned around, raising her hand ready to strike down.
But, unexpectedly, Long Yue's earlier words popped into her mind.
——I just hope you won't waste the little remaining bond between master and servant!
Zhi Jin's heart trembled inexplicably.
Indeed, her bond with her servants was running thin, truly thin!
