This indeed seemed a bit like playing dirty.
The corners of Qi Yue's lips uncontrollably twitched twice again.
This was the first time she felt powerless.
If possible, she really wanted to ask: Shen Zikuang, were you kicked in the head by a donkey?!
She reached out and fiercely slapped the table, her voice cold, "Shen Zikuang, if you do not clarify the causes and consequences today, believe it or not, I will cripple you right now and make you wheelchair back!"
"Master, what do you want me to say?"
Shen Zikuang's eyes dodged, clearly withholding something.
Qi Yue's expression turned cold, and she shouted outward.
"Qingzhu!"
Qingzhu, who had been waiting outside, immediately pushed the door and entered.
"What orders does the master have?"
Qi Yue pointed at Shen Zikuang with fury, "Send this man back to Dongjiang with the Black Feather Guard to be returned to the Shen Family."
Shen Zikuang's face was full of panic, but he remained silent.
