Zhu Xiao Yao was indeed obedient this time. She said frankly, "Nothing happened that day. I just thought he was amusing and deliberately teased him. He only had a drink at my place, and I took his clothes off, that's all."
Wen Rou hadn't expected that. She'd known she couldn't have mistaken him. How could a good friend like Little Stone possibly go to a brothel?
But seeing how cooperative Zhu Xiao Yao was this time, she curiously sized up Guan Qi and asked, "Why are you being so cooperative this time? Who is that man?"
Although Guan Qi had injured his left arm and couldn't use it for the time being, and although he feared Yuan Shisanxian and didn't dare enter the prime minister's residence, he had no patience for a young woman chattering away.
With a cold snort, he struck toward Wen Rou with one palm. His hand suddenly seemed enormous, edged like a blade, as if it would cleave her in two.
Wen Rou was so frightened she froze. The man had a hole in his shoulder, and he was still bleeding, yet he dared to attack. Was he even human?
Wang Yue wasn't about to stand there like a fool. He grabbed Wen Rou with his left hand and pulled her behind him, then casually pushed out his right palm.
Their palms collided, and a wave of force rippled between them, nearly knocking Wen Rou off her feet.
But Zhu Xiao Yao, standing beside Guan Qi, wasn't affected at all. She was clearly far more capable than Wen Rou.
Once she was safe, Wen Rou saw that Wang Yue could handle Guan Qi and stopped worrying about him. Instead, she turned her attention to Zhu Xiao Yao.
Eyes wide, she asked in disbelief, "You—you—you're the top