Xiahou Yudie's face alternated between blue and red, clenching her pink fists with all her might, glaring at Ye Xuan for a long time, and finally shouted angrily like a flood outbreak: "To hell with your smooth handling of people, I don't need it!"
After speaking, Xiahou Yudie turned around and walked out. Although her steps were small, every step was powerful, urgent, and resolute.
Ye Xuan watched Xiahou Yudie lightly but didn't say anything further.
The less he spoke, the more uneasy Xiahou Yudie felt in her heart, and moreover, the more quickly she calmed down.
She wanted to leave and not serve him, really wanted to, but... can she?
She cannot!
If she does so, Ye Xuan, who has already agreed to help save her grandmother, will also stop like her. Wouldn't she then become the biggest sinner in the history of the Xiahou Family?
Tap!
Xiahou Yudie's steps paused, she slightly raised her head and closed her eyes.
"Hoo—"
