Wen Congrui's gaze, like an arrow, straight towards Lan Shu on the ground, eyes like they've been poisoned, making people dare not look directly.
Lan Shu's body went stiff, nearly unable to breathe; she had never seen the young master with such a cold and disgusted expression, looking at her as if looking at some filthy thing.
"Young Master…" Lan Shu's eyes were filled with tears.
"Discussing gossip is not befitting a gentleman. You spread rumors over a thousand miles away; did you understand the inside story? Can you guarantee that what you heard is the real truth? Can you be sure that is everything?"
