The Young Master is truly someone you cannot afford to offend. Once you do, the heavy price is something she alone cannot bear.
Her hand trembled and accidentally bumped into the back of the chair, causing a sound. Just as she was about to pretend to be asleep, it was already too late, Beitang Yao had slowly turned his face, icy eyes meeting her fearful ones...
Xia Qingqian swallowed hard, the corners of her lips curling up with difficulty, suddenly she coughed, "...Y-Young Master…" It was obvious her voice was trembling.
Beitang Yao's gaze dimmed, the previous coldness slowly faded away, replaced by an inscrutable expression.
"You're awake?" His voice suddenly turned hoarse for some reason, though it still carried a hint of anger.
Xia Qingqian nodded slightly, her lips gently moving, yet she dared not utter a single word. Regardless of what kind of Young Master, she was fearful.
