But she could tell the seriousness of the situation from his sometimes angry, sometimes furrowed brow expression.
And she vaguely felt Night Wind's gaze, somewhat colder and weaker than Beitang Yao's, falling upon her, stirring a ripple of unease in her heart, as she carefully speculated in her mind about what they were discussing.
Lately, she hadn't followed his orders and left the villa with Beitang Huan, his face full of anger as he asked her if she intended to break the agreement.
She concealed from him, without any approval, and privately took in an abandoned Bichon Frise puppy, while also breaking his Qing Dynasty Qianlong vase, worth five billion.
She even quarreled with Beitang Huan, leading to his injury...
Any one of these could make her deserve death a hundred times over.
