As soon as the words fell, the hall was instantly plunged into a deathly silence—so silent you could even hear the faint crackling of the charcoal fire.
Luo Huaiyang slowly put down the wine cup in his hand, his false smile fading, his voice cold: "Lord Gu, are you saying you didn't come here with sincerity today?"
"Heh," Gu Zhan gave a soft laugh. "And did you come with sincerity?"
As soon as the words left his lips,
Gu Zhan suddenly grabbed the hand of Red Lady, who was massaging his legs. With a gentle shake, a trace of fine powder spilled from her meticulously maintained, amber-like nails.
In an instant, the faces of everyone in the hall changed dramatically.
Red Lady, even more so, turned ghostly pale with fright, her tears brimming as she stammered pitifully: "L-l-lord, I... I don't know anything, I really don't, it wasn't me..."
