The moment Jiang Baitaos words reached her ears, Lan Jinyao abruptly halted. Her heart leapt to her throat and she subconsciously clenched her hands into fists.

It was currently around two in the afternoon when the temperature was at its the highest. Fine beads of sweat glistened on Lan Jinyaos forehead as she stood there in a momentary daze. After regaining her senses, she gritted her teeth and forced a smile before turning around, asking, Second Master, dont tell me that youre going back on your word?

Jiang Baitao was still sitting behind his desk with the same smile plastered on his face, without a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

Youve misunderstood. I merely wanted...