"Unless... From the beginning, I chose to lie to you!" The voice of the Southern Imperial Minister was very quiet. When the voice fell, a pair of deep eyes gradually became hot. He stared at Du Xiaomeng tightly. At last, under her startled expression, he shrank slightly and said, "Let's go."

Du Xiaomeng nodded with a lingering palpitation, swallowed secretly, and stiffened her seat with nothing to say. Her breathing gradually began to be unsmooth. The strong force in the narrow space of the car made her feel like her heart was tightened by a rope.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, Du Xiaomeng leaned back in horror and stared at...