Fu Mingye seemed genuinely unaware of the misdeeds perpetrated by the White Lotus Sect.
Mingshu temporarily let down her guard.
Of course, she didn't want to think the worst of people, but it was always wise to stay cautious.
Fu Mingye was far from the harmless figure he appeared to be.
Noticing Mingshu's distrust, Fu Mingye's eyes conveyed a hint of grievance.
"Little beauty, you always harbor such malice towards me, I'm truly heartbroken," he said.
Despite his claim of heartbreak, his expression betrayed not a hint of dejection.
Si Chu looked at him coldly, his eyes dark and frosty, "If you continue to speak without restraint, it won't just be your heart that's injured."
The threat in his words was clear for anyone to hear.
Faced with his implicit oppression, Fu Mingye finally reined himself in a bit, his lips turned down slightly in reluctance.