Xia Feng noticed that Jiang Qiue really did not smile. She always had a stern face, looking quite unhappy.
Hmm, especially now.
Xia Feng felt as if he were about to be pierced and killed by that cold gaze looking down on him, as if he was in an ice cellar. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly and slowly lowered his head.
"Holy Daughter, I'm going to start now."
The man's faintly smiling thought echoed in Jiang Qiue's mind. Maintaining an emotionless and calm gaze, her beautiful eyes suddenly froze with rising irritation. She lowered her gaze as if wanting to say something, her pupils dilating sharply.
Then, like ripples in water, they expanded, her eyes trembling.
She wanted to tilt her head back and even more to reach out and hold Xia Feng's dark hair, but she ultimately endured.
Frowning, her gaze swiftly returned to normal and she looked coldly into Xia Feng's lifting black pupils, her voice emotionless and commanding, "Hurry up."
"Holy Daughter."
