Wei Yixiao had clearly known she was there before arriving, without any company and not even a gift box in hand, as she brazenly rushed up to her.
Only then did Qi Yue notice that Wei Yixiao was not smiling but was full of restrained anger.
However, due to her looks, her angry face resembled a smile, and her smile seemed deranged, which easily misled others.
Knowing this woman had a habit of striking unexpectedly, Qi Yue gently waved her folding fan, prepared for defense.
"You," indeed, as soon as Wei Yixiao rushed over, she raised the whip in her hand.
That face, which was somewhat delicate, looked even more deranged in its anger.
"—You really are here! You owe me a Vajra Whip, which was bestowed upon me by His Majesty!"
Qi Yue responded noncommittally with a slight purse of her lips, warily eyeing the new whip in her hand.
"You'd better put your claws away, or I won't mind breaking it once again."
She usually hated it when someone pointed at her while speaking.
