Zhao Ya said, "Are you all murderous demons? The person is just a passerby, why do you treat them this way?"
"Ah?" The three of them were startled.
Zhao Ya commanded, "All of you, sit down, don't move."
At this time, the three of them knitted their brows and glared, looking vigilant.
Now, Zhao Ya came over to Chen Jie with a wine cup in hand, holding a wine jug.
In an instant, Chen Jie felt a tingling in his scalp. Trouble had found him so easily; he took a deep breath to maintain a composed expression.
Zhao Ya approached Chen Jie with a smile and said, "Excuse me!"
Upon hearing her words, Chen Jie deliberately lowered his voice, "Ah, what's the matter?"
At this moment, Zhao Ya looked down at Chen Jie. His face was very unfamiliar, but that voice?
Zhao Ya always felt it was somewhat familiar but couldn't recall where she had heard it before.
Moreover, those eyes, they also seemed familiar?
