My Langjun is Pure and True (IV)

Jiang Pengji was the smallest person compared to everyone else.

Xu Ke looked at her and, for a distracted moment, he thought he saw a slim and powerful tiger in her place—a tiger with a cold and calculating gaze that watched her prey as though she already knew the outcome of the situation.

When he regained his senses, Jiang Pengji was still bathed in the sunlight. Her black hair reflected a halo of light around her head.

A moment later, the others trembled in fear, and no one had the guts to oppose her.

Jiang Pengji's lips lifted coldly, and her eyes curved with the smile.

"Since there are no objections, let's start."

She threw her sandalwood fan towards Xu Ke, and he reached out to catch it. The familiar scent on the fan brought a shiver to his spine as he remembered Liu She's cold and calculating gaze… That interaction had traumatized him for life.