"Apology..."
Su Mo stretched out his palm, casually clutching at the firelight as if to warm his hand, and looked up at the High Priest, his eyes holding an inscrutable meaning.
Yang Xiaoyun and Hu Sandao also subconsciously looked towards the High Priest.
Just now, she said that even she did not anticipate the Chief Steward's actions.
And all the twists and turns of tonight, in her mouth, became the unilateral actions of the Chief Steward.
However, this statement... is not easily believed.
The High Priest, who holds the power of life and death in Baihu City, how could her subordinates act without her anticipation or knowledge?
Now speaking of an apology, doesn't it feel a little too late?
Although this thought crossed her mind, not a trace of it showed on her face.
All weighing of options was naturally up to Su Mo to decide.
Yang Xiaoyun, who was usually full of ideas, only acted on them when Su Mo was not around.
