"Yes!" Beiqing hastily responded.
He feared that if he responded too slowly, he would end up like the armrest of the master's throne, crushed to pieces.
Wiping away his sweat, he retreated. On his way out, he couldn't stop muttering to himself.
Does the master care too much about that Evil Doctor?
Even if the other party might be involved with that woman... Shouldn't the master be more concerned with finding the woman's whereabouts?
How come he wakes up and just clings to the Evil Doctor?
Master, have you got your priorities all wrong?!
That girl is the main target! Not the Evil Doctor!
Beiqing internally screamed, desperately wishing his master would quickly realize the mistake!
However, glancing at his master's dark expression and the broken thousand-year-old ironwood armrest, he silently swallowed back his words.
"Feng Yu, do you think our master... could it be... he might..."
