Gu Ruoyun straightened her collar: "No, this doesn't count. This king is communicating normally with his unmarried wife."
An unmarried wife?
Su Mingyu's eyes widened as she looked at him, "When did this happen? How come I didn't know?"
"I remember that I personally went to your mansion to propose on a marriage. Seeing your expression, it seems that you didn't take it to heart?" Gu Ruoyun's eyes narrowed, and she smiled like a sly fox: "Then do you need this king to give you a deeper impression?"
Su Mingyu fiercely retreated several steps back, "No! I still need to find that illusion master, and will be leaving first.
With that, Su Mingyu ran out like she was flying.
Looking at her fleeing figure, a trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Gu Ruoyun's mouth.
Because of the letter of introduction, Su Mingyu effortlessly met with the one with the oldest qualifications among the illusionists.