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Yang Yueyue originally thought it was the dead man who offended Zhu Ting, which resulted in her misfortune, not knowing until just a moment ago that it was actually her problem.
But she really couldn't understand why Zhu Ting would want to capture her and then ask if she'd done something wrong.
She was just a minor actress, and even with the dead man's backing, she didn't dare to provoke the Living King of Hell of the capital. What on earth was going on?
"It seems you really don't know."
Zhu Ting had a pair of beautiful eyes, hooking and enticing phoenix eyes, their gaze charismatic and otherworldly when flickered amidst contemplation, exceedingly transcendent.
His gaze was only a casual glance at Yang Yueyue kneeling at his feet, a beauty blossoming with cruelty.
"Master Zhu, I really don't know where I have offended you. If I have, I apologize to you. Just spare my life, and I will do whatever you ask," she pleaded.