Upon hearing these words, Yhan Qinrui stumbled back in panic, saved from losing her composure only by her maid's timely support.
The words of Gu Changsheng were delivered with such nonchalance, carrying endless scorn and disdain!
Yhan Qinrui had been confident that Gu Changsheng was as good as dead, which was why she had been so fierce and fearless. But at this moment, faced with Gu Changsheng's indifferent composure, her heart began to throb with sudden unease!
When your opponent doesn't regard you as an opponent at all, there are only two possibilities: first, they know they cannot win and have given up resistance; second, they know you cannot win, and they don't take you seriously at all!
Yhan Qinrui was no fool. The old wound on her arm seemed to flare up again, and the dread of that day passed over her heart, inciting an inexplicable fear!
"Gu... Gu Changsheng?" Yhan Qinrui asked with a trembling voice, her eyes filled with uncertainty.
