Lu Yuan's aura of killing intent froze completely in an instant.
It wasn't his fault he didn't react—no matter how hard he wracked his brains, he could never have guessed things would take such an absurd turn.
When Meng Qianqian saw that he didn't move, she thought to herself, "As expected, he's just like Bao Shu—one wrong word and I can't coax him back."
What was the next line again?
"Be good, don't be mad, alright?"
Thud.
On the rooftop, Yu Zichuan's bow dropped.
In the courtyard, Qing Shuang's soft sword smashed the stone stool.
"Miss Bao Shu's here?" Steward Cen, hearing Meng Qianqian's voice, cheerfully walked into the study and covered his eyes with both hands. "I didn't see anything! Not a thing!"
Lu Yuan shot to his feet, his face flushed red. He glared fiercely at Meng Qianqian, finally unable to hold back as he snapped, "Meng Xiaojiu!"
Meng Qianqian looked at him innocently and said, "Did it not work? Why are you even harder to coax than Bao Shu?"