The Lingering Effects of Demonic Aura

Ran Zirou instinctively tried to defend herself. "It's not like that. I only came out to..."

What was going on?

Had Sang Xinghui done this? Had he told Sang Qingzhi when they were meeting?

Sang Qingzhi strode forward, raised his hand high in a fury, and moved to slap her.

But Ran Zirou easily caught his hand.

Sang Qingzhi's handsome face flushed crimson. "You lied to me! You said you were badly injured, so I kept you by my side to recuperate. You even lied to me about that!"

Ran Zirou's face darkened. She shoved Sang Qingzhi aside, turned, and kicked the door open.

"Sang Xinghui, get out here!"

The room was empty.

Ran Zirou's face turned livid. What was going on?

Her attitude had already sent Sang Qingzhi into a rage. "Miss Ran, since you've recovered, I'll have someone escort you out of the Manor tomorrow. For now, please leave. You have no business being here."

Ran Zirou whipped her head around. Her exquisitely beautiful face twisted into something almost hideous, made still more terrifying by the flickering lamplight.

She suddenly seized Sang Qingzhi by the collar.

Sang Qingzhi was a mortal. Against Ran Zirou, he had no power to resist.

Her face contorted. "What did you do to Sang Xinghui? Why isn't he here? And how did you know to come here now? What exactly is going on?"

Sang Qingzhi had never expected this woman to overpower him so easily. Humiliated in front of his own men, his handsome face turned first pale, then purple.

He snapped, "How would I know where that bastard went? All I know is that you two arranged a midnight tryst. Is that clear now, Miss Ran?"

One of his men picked up a sheet of paper from the table. "Young Master, there's