Du Ziheng initially thought he was seeing things, hallucinating. However, he clearly observed a flicker of anger in Beitang Yao's cold and deep eyes.
Du Ziheng walked over, lightly patting Beitang Yao's stiff shoulder, showing a playful smile, "Yao, you're like Bao Zheng reincarnated, your face is even darker than his." He appeared carefree and unrestrained.
Immediately, a beam of cold light swept across Du Ziheng's face, so he hurriedly took a few steps back.
"Seems like you really have forgotten the contract between us?" Beitang Yao said coldly, his icy breath blowing onto Xia Qingqian's face.
Xia Qingqian suddenly looked up, staring into Beitang Yao's icy depths, "Young Master, I haven't forgotten..."
Why was fate playing this joke on her? Why didn't they let either one arrive first, but instead have them arrive simultaneously...
Now, the oppressive coldness of the Young Master was suffocating her.
