Ming Xian's face had already darkened, and his gaze swept toward Chuzheng, who was sitting upright beside him: "Talking about things so late?"
Villain A couldn't control the cold sweat trickling down: "Urgent matter, urgent matter..."
Chuzheng stood up, walked to the front, blocking Ming Xian's line of sight: "Is there something?"
Ming Xian suspiciously looked behind, and Chuzheng pulled him to the other side.
She held one hand behind her back and waved at Villain A and B, signaling them to leave quickly.
The two swiftly gathered the things on the table and dashed out, still shouting, "Sect Hierarch, Miss Chuzheng won't disturb you anymore."
Ming Xian wanted to look at them, but Chuzheng turned him back: "What are you looking at? What's so interesting about them?"
"What are you doing?" Ming Xian scrutinized Chuzheng: "Are you hiding something from me?"
"No." Chuzheng immediately denied it.
