The footsteps behind him also suddenly stopped.
Steward Zhou felt a chill crawl up his back, straightening his posture, "Young Master, is that you who's returned?"
No one answered.
The tray in Steward Zhou's hands couldn't stop trembling. Even at his age, he was still terrified of these things. He widened his eyes, "Y... Young Master?"
The footsteps gradually drew closer.
Steward Zhou held his breath, too afraid even to speak.
He sensed the footsteps halted behind him, accompanied by someone's breathing. Just as his heart eased thinking it was Mo Nanjue, he said, "Young Master, at my age, you still scare me..."
He turned around.
Thud.
Luo Xiao raised the sharp knife in his hand and forcefully plunged it into his heart.
Steward Zhou's eyes were wide open. He couldn't clearly see the person's face, only a blue mask and eyes filled with hatred. "You..."
