Just A Performance To Reach His Goal

Inside the room, Jiang Hao bowed apologetically in front of Hong Yuye. "I had no intention of deliberately offending you, Senior."

Hong Yuye sat on the chair and chuckled, but she didn't say anything.

Jiang Hao dared not say much.

He broke into a cold sweat.

However, there was still no response.

"Senior…"

There was still no reply.

He looked up to see that Hong Yuye had fallen asleep with a hand propping up her face.

Jiang Hao glanced at the large bed beside him. She didn't understand why she didn't just use the bed.

But he didn't dare to disturb her and could only sit quietly. He waited for her to wake up.

Jiang Hao thought about the incident from before.

There were more formidable individuals on this ship than he had anticipated, and the reputation of Smiling San Sheng was more apparent among The End of All Things.

At least that old man didn't dare to act recklessly.