Seeing Zhong Niangyao's courteous demeanor, the Judge, who had been standing upright, immediately bent down a bit and began politely, "Miss, you are too kind; this is all part of my duties."
"Eh?" Zhong Niangyao frowned and looked at the Judge, her gaze carrying a profound meaning.
The Judge's expression turned serious, and he quickly added, "What I mean to say is, the matter concerning Huang Wan, if we delve into it, is also our fault here in hell. Frankly, it should be me apologizing to you, Miss."
Zhong Niangyao continued to stare at the Judge.
Just when the Judge thought he could no longer hold out, Zhong Niangyao finally averted her gaze.
The Judge imperceptibly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "It is getting late, and there are many affairs in hell to attend to; I will not stay any longer."
After dropping this line, the Judge disappeared on the spot. His hurried manner bore a hint of fleeing in panic.
