Zhou Xiaocui panicked instantly at Jing Xuan's glance.
It wasn't Jing Xuan's words that made her panic, but his gaze.
Jing Xuan's gaze was cold and bloodthirsty, like a reaper from the world of darkness.
Because of his gaze, the temperature in the entire guest room dropped suddenly.
Zhou Xiaocui shuddered all over, the chill on his body penetrating to her bones, sending a freezing chill through her.
Although she had worked in a hospital for many years, seen all kinds of dead people, and stayed in extremely gloomy and cold morgues,
she had never felt such a chilling sensation like this time.
She shook her head, her voice trembling immensely, "I... I didn't... lie..."
Jing Xuan stood up from the sofa, a trace of irritation in his cold eyes, "I hate liars the most." Except for Tang Huai.
"Young Master Jing, I really didn't lie, you have to believe me." Zhou Xiaocui showed a pitiful and extremely frightened look, her eyes glistening as she looked at Jing Xuan.
