Li Chengjing's eyes narrowed slightly, cold as if they were arrows dipped in poison, yet with no clear target. Suppressed anger trembled in her voice, laced with a trace of gritted teeth.
"Hmm, who could it be? We don't dare to say yet, but it's clear that this is someone powerful. I wonder what kind of ability that little wench has to know a person of such caliber!"
Composing herself, Xiang Fengyu thought carefully about Li Chengjing's words. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she unhesitatingly ground her teeth and said fiercely,
"Could it be Gu Jingchen?"
After some thought, Li Chengjing pursed her lips and voiced her suspicion. Her face immediately grew even paler, almost like a blank sheet of paper.
