Gu Shengyin didn't say anything.
Because she saw it clearly, ever since Lucifer sat here, at least two-thirds of the eyes on the dance floor were focused on this spot.
This originally was a good place to converse, but after Lucifer brought his spotlight effect, it was no longer so.
Lucifer rarely takes the initiative to talk to someone, yet he was directly ignored.
He raised an eyebrow, seeming slightly surprised, but not to the extent of losing his composure and taking it out on the other person.
His lack of such thoughts doesn't mean that his followers could tolerate it.
For example, Samael, the Demon King's number one fan.
Samael's cold nature is well known, and his fanatical worship of His Majesty Lucifer is known throughout the realm.
According to him, you can ignore me, offend me, none of that matters.
But you can never slight His Majesty Lucifer.
So, Samael snorted coldly and glanced at Gu Shengyin.
It wasn't just a simple glance.
