At this moment, Qiu Tu also detected Zhao Ji's somewhat peculiar state.
He couldn't help but tilt his head and glance at Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji quickly wiped away the faint smile from the corner of her mouth and returned to her expressionless manner.
She looked at Qiu Tu casually and said, "What's wrong?"
"I regressed three hundred years in power, did I say something wrong?"
Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu replied, "Sister Zhaoji, you're really beautiful."
As he spoke, a look of infatuation and admiration appeared on Qiu Tu's face.
Perhaps not expecting Qiu Tu's sudden confession, that moment almost made Zhao Ji's composure slip, and her breath caught unsteadily.
Moreover, as this was completely outside Zhao Ji's thinking realm, she suddenly didn't know how to respond.
Should she continue the previous conversation? Or reply to Qiu Tu's words? Or perhaps pretend she didn't hear?
Since she was not good with words, Zhao Ji suddenly felt her thoughts become incredibly chaotic.
