Not long after, the closed door was slowly pushed open, Zhao Zi-ai came in with a gloomy face.

"What can I do for you?"

The woman is still hanging her head, smiling slightly, with a strange curvature at the corner of her mouth, and her bright red lips squirming gently to utter a sentence.

"Sheng Lingyao has found it."

Zhao Zi loved his face and his lips trembled, "What do you mean?"

Doesn't this woman say everything is ready and there's nothing wrong with it?

What does that mean?

"Don't be nervous."

Shakes the glass in hand, and the liquid in the glass ripples brightly with the action.

Zhao Zi...