“ Ah! That’s worse than death!” Lady Yang pinched her upper lip, her sharp features twisting into a grim line. She had been through far more horrifying experiences in her life than this. Her entire body was shrouded in an unbearable寒意, as if the very air around her was alive and breathing down her neck.
She turned her cold eyes upon the figure before her, her expression hardening even further. It wasn’t often that she saw someone so calm yet filled with such a dangerous aura. Zhang Lin had always been composed, never revealing his true self to anyone—not even those close to him. But now… something stirred within her.
“Ah!” She let out a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh. Her voice was softer than usual, carrying no emotion whatsoever. Yet that small sound sent shockwaves through the entire room
