Huangfu Jianchen's handsome face showed no emotion, nor did he look up at Ruo Ling. When Ruo Ling had fallen to the ground, not far from his feet, he didn't lift a hand to help her either.
At this moment, he scoffed with indifference and curled his lip corner, "She was asking for a beating; let's not be more anxious than the Emperor."
"Jianchen, you!"
Ruo Ling turned and walked away directly.
Mi Yao quickly followed out, "Ruo Ling, wait for me. Where are you going now?"
Huai Fu Yueming's facial features were set in a grim expression as he watched Huangfu Jianchen purse his lips slightly, then he also walked out.
Now, only Huangfu Jianchen and Lady Chu remained in the tent.
Lady Chu placed a bowl of soup beside the man, "Master, please eat."
Huangfu Jianchen waved his hand, shattering the soup bowl on the floor.
"Master, what's wrong?" Lady Chu was so frightened that she knelt on the ground.
