Sheng Jiaoyang stood in front of the large, decoratively carved door without taking a step forward.
The bulky man standing beside her pushed opened the door, looking towards her. “Enter!”
“Why is your boss looking for me?” Sheng Jiaoyang took a few glances inside the room, feeling very uncertain.
These last few days, she’d completely forgotten about Demon King Shen. She’d just finished eating two bowls of noodles with her two fans and was planning to go back to school when she was forcefully seized after arriving at the school's gate by Demon King Shen's henchman, and forced here. Or, well, ‘welcomed’ here.
Speaking of this, why isn’t Shen Zhining here yet?
Jing Weinan’s face was expressionless, and he stayed silent.
Sheng Jiaoyang pursed her lips and took a deep breath before striding inside the mansion with her head held high. The bright marble floor reflected her silhouette. The clacking of her shoes, and even the sound of her breathing,...