The hall was very quiet, Zhao Douan seemed in no hurry to speak, just seriously chewing on the golden pear in his hand.
No one spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily tranquil.
Finally, Zhao Douan placed the pear core on the fruit plate and said lightly, "Still not making a move? If you miss this opportunity, you may find it difficult to take action again."
Nie Yurong's pupils trembled, suddenly shrinking into two small dots!
Identity exposed!? Or... is he testing me?
But in the next second, she suddenly let out a muffled groan, only to feel a sudden sharp pain like a needle stabbing the back of her neck! A wave of intense numbness swept over her entire body! Making it impossible for her to move!
No!
It's not an illusion!
There really was a fine needle that had pierced into the acupuncture point on the back of her neck!
