Liu Lianyu and Murong Xue both walked in slowly, smiles hanging on their faces.
Liu Lianyu even wrapped his arm around Murong Xue's waist in an intimate gesture. Sitting there, Liu Lianyu pinched Murong Xue's chin and asked, "What should we eat later?"
"In a while, I'll make you lotus seed soup," Murong Xue responded with a smile.
At this moment, Wu Chenghui sat on the side, dripping with cold sweat, and couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva. Eventually, he couldn't hold back and spoke up.
"Sect Hierarch, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't handle this matter well," Wu Chenghui said with a face full of regret for doing wrong.
Just then, a dagger suddenly nailed into Wu Chenghui's hand, causing blood to flow freely. But Wu Chenghui bit his teeth and didn't make a sound, remaining motionless in his seat.
"Did I allow you to speak?" Liu Lianyu said to Wu Chenghui slowly.
