Ming Mei wasn't sure why, but seeing the murderous intent in the other person's eyes, she suddenly calmed down.
She slightly lifted her chin, her fair face gleaming faintly in the night. She knew she'd screwed up this time, she shouldn't have impulsively come here.
But now, things had already come this far, there was no point in regretting anything.
She would protect herself, as well as the child in her womb.
Ming Mei pointed to the sack on the ground, coldly asking, "Butler, can you explain what you are doing now? And what is this?"
Standing opposite to Ming Mei, exuding an aura of murderous intent and bloodlust, was the normally polite and personable butler who always wore a measured smile on his face and never seemed to get angry.
The person before her was unlike his usual self, his glasses were removed, and the eyes concealed behind the glasses were now sharp, cold, and emotionless.