Ji Rushuang never expected to run into Wang Dadong here.
The man she absolutely did not want to meet again.
Facing this man, she had no courage to resist at all.
She knew that Wang Dadong had mistaken her for her sister, Ji Ruyue, just now.
If Ji Rushuang hadn't said that sentence, Wang Dadong would only have been eighty percent sure that the woman in front of him was Ji Rushuang, the twin sister of Ji Ruyue.
But after Ji Rushuang spoke, he was one hundred percent certain that this woman was indeed Ji Rushuang.
Because Ji Ruyue would never speak to Wang Dadong in such a tone.
In Ji Ruyue's eyes, Wang Dadong was always a hooligan, at most, just a bolder hooligan.
"I really am Ruyue." Seeing the murderous intent on Wang Dadong's face, Ji Rushuang couldn't help but swallow slightly.
Ji Rushuang was truly afraid; if it were any other man, she might have a way out.
But facing a man who had seen an Imperial Concubine-level Enchantress, she was completely helpless.
