These two words were like Nine Netherworld Ice, making Li Ming's hair stand on end with cold.
He instinctively looked up, meeting Lu Xuan's deep and unfathomable eyes—what he saw was an incredible agreement!
"Tch."
A drop of cold sweat fell to the ground, scattering fine dust on the blue bricks.
Indeed, Li Ming was panicking!
He was even a little scared.
If it weren't for the fact that there was no change in the aura of the master in front of him,
he would really suspect that someone was impersonating the master.
"Boom!"
A sudden gust of wind swept through the bamboo leaves, weaving a giant golden tiger's shadow in the sky.
Li Ming's withered fingers dug deeply into the blue bricks, thin streaks of blood oozing between his fingertips.
This is not right...
This is completely wrong...
The pupils of Li Ming, the old housekeeper, contracted intensely.
The master has always valued rules the most.
