After the man left the room, Ling Ruoyao was still furious, breathing heavily, and the anger on her face did not dissipate.

Suddenly, she stumbled, and she couldn't help but take a step back, and fell down on the stool.

The hairpin in his hand fell weakly to the carpet without making any sound.

All the courage and fierceness disappeared in an instant. Ling Ruoyao was like a deflated ball, her head drooped, and there was a look of pain on her pretty face.

Why, why did that stinky man humiliate her like this?

Just because she said she didn't want to marry him on the street in front of everyone, he came up with this method to humiliate her?

Can he stop being so petty?

There was a layer of mist in her clear and vivid eyes, and Ling Ruoyao felt her nose became sore and even her throat became dry.

There were hot tears rolling down her fair cheeks, staining the delicate makeup on her face, but it did not affect her beauty at all.

However, after a while, she suddenly raised her hand and wiped away the tears on her face in a few strokes, and her sad expression disappeared in an instant.

She couldn't cry or feel sorry for herself.

She knew that the perverted man with the cut sleeves was outside the room, and the last words she just said were meant for him.

With his petty temperament, he will definitely come in and teach her a lesson. Therefore, she cannot cry or show weakness. She wants him to know that she, Ling Ruoyao, is not someone to be bullied.

Always looking upright and solemn, Ling Ruoyao sat on the stool with one hand on the table. The big red candle next to her made a snapping sound, and the flame burned even more vigorously.

What she didn't expect was that she had been waiting for a long time and there was no movement outside the house, let alone anyone entering the room.

Could it be that her prediction was wrong and the man with the cut sleeves was not outside the room?

Some doubts arose in her heart, and she hesitated, should she go to the door and take a closer look?

And just when she was thinking over and over again and making up her mind, there was a sound of voices outside the door.

Outside the house, after the man walked out of the room, he stood beside Huangfu Yi. He did not dare to speak rashly, so he could only keep his head lowered and stand with his hands down respectfully.

Feeling uneasy in his heart, the man raised his head cautiously and quietly looked at Huangfu Yi, only to see that he always had a calm expression on his face, and there was no trace of any emotion on his angular face.

His deep eyes looked calmly into the distance, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking in his heart.

"Sir, how should we deal with him?" Ye Yuan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but asked in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing his peace.

Huangfu Yi then slowly withdrew his gaze and glanced at the man with a clear gaze, which made the man shiver uncontrollably and lower his head.

Curbing his thin lips with graceful lines, Huangfu Yi chuckled, raised his voice, and said loudly: "Since the princess has spoken, how can I not give the princess face? As the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own debtor.

How can I, the king, make things difficult for you?"

With that said, Huangfuyi waved his hand and asked the man to leave.

"Master, are you really going to let him go like this?"

Looking at Ye Yuan, Huangfu Yi smiled deeply: "What do you think? Is this king someone who doesn't keep his words?"

Turning his head and looking at the brightly lit room behind him, Huangfu Yi chuckled, opened his long legs, and strode towards his dormitory.
Chapter completed!