Feng Ruoxi looked at Jiang Yukang, her expression calm and composed, betraying none of the turmoil that roiled beneath the surface. "I will be the executioner when required," she stated, her voice low and even.
Jiang Yukang sighed, his brow furrowing as he studied her intently. "Are you really Feng Ruoxi?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.
Feng Ruoxi arched an eyebrow, her gaze steady and unwavering. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yukang's eyes narrowed, his expression inscrutable. "My investigation of Feng Ruoxi of the Feng family yielded different results," he murmured. "You are supposed to be meek, shy... not jumping off windows and going on a killing spree for vengeance."
A flicker of emotion passed across Feng Ruoxi's features, but she quickly schooled her expression into one of impassivity. "What made you pick me in the first place, since you know I was timid and shy?" she countered, her voice betraying no hint of the anxiety that gnawed at her heart. "Why me?"
