Wen Rou saw the man in the cloak, her face only showing intense seriousness.
"Sir."
"Wen Rou, look at the mess you've made, stealing someone else's voice. Now your reputation has been compromised, and because of this incident, you'll find no ground to stand on. I didn't nurture you for this long to see you act foolishly on such a matter."
Wen Rou immediately admitted her mistake.
"Sir, I know I was wrong about this."
"Wrong?" the man in the cloak scoffed coldly, "This could cause you to lose all your value to us."
Wen Rou became frantic.
"Sir, please give me another chance. I already have a solution for this matter, but I need your help."
"Oh? Let's hear it then, how do you need me to help you?"
Wen Rou said, "Sir, the true owner of the voice is Ou Zun's fiancée. If she were out of the picture, I could turn this situation around. Furthermore, this woman is very important to Ou Zun; she poses a significant threat to us. She must be removed."
