Wang Fang's pupils suddenly contracted, instinctively turning to look at the Broken Army Swordsman.
The swordsman's eyes first flashed with a trace of fear, then with a fierce resolve, he prepared to draw his sword.
But at that moment, a cold sensation on his throat plunged him into great panic.
Looking down, indeed, there was a sword on his neck that had appeared without his knowledge.
A woman's voice reached his ears:
"Don't move."
The Broken Army Swordsman dared not defy and obediently stood still.
Wang Fang looked at the unexpected appearance of Wu Qianhuan and Chu Qing at the door, taking a deep breath:
"Third Young Master, it's a great honor to have you here... Please forgive my lack of welcome."
"Oh?"
Chu Qing walked slowly to Wang Fang's side:
"No longer pretending? After all, we haven't had the chance to meet face to face; even if you lied about not knowing me, it would be reasonable. Perhaps there's still room for maneuver."
Wang Fang smiled bitterly:
