Seeing that Wu Liang completely ignored her charm, the woman's once alluring face turned ferocious in an instant.
She lay by the edge of the bed, gritting her teeth and said, "Why aren't you afraid!?"
This question made Wu Liang feel a bit awkward.
What should he say? That he wasn't afraid because he could kill her with one punch?
Wouldn't that be a bit too rude?
After pondering for a moment, he decided to provoke the woman in front of him. Maybe he could get some useful information from her.
"Oh, maybe because I figured the state wouldn't issue an ID card to a Tang Dynasty woman born before the year AD 907, right? Tang Shiyue?" Wu Liang chatted merrily.
After speaking, he stood up, walked over to the dressing table, and pulled open the drawer that the woman hadn't closed after putting down her comb.
He reached inside, took something out, and slapped it onto the woman's face.
