Bai Chuwei's figure slightly stiffened, her flawless face adorned with faint smiles. She gently turned, creating a gentle breeze, and looked charmingly at the newcomer: "Shouldn't I be asking you that? Why are you here?"
Duan Xiuqi still looked the same as in her memory. Although he was about to turn forty, his face seemed preserved, making it difficult to discern his age.
Duan Xiuqi gazed at her, his eyes fixed on the custom ring on her left ring finger. His expression was complex, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he simply said: "I'm here as a guest."
A guest?
Bai Chuwei snorted lightly, her gaze instantly turning cold, and her tone became displeased: "You're here as a guest in the Blood Clan's lair? Do you really think I'm a naive little girl that's so easily deceived?!"
The ancestress had seen more schemes than the amount of salt he had eaten in several lifetimes combined!
