"Then who do you wish to die at the hands of? Tell me, perhaps I can help." Gu Lan said teasingly.
The person most capable of instantly angering Rong Jing in this world is someone named Gu Lan.
Upon hearing this, Rong Jing's expression changed, his cold demeanor turning into a pulsating fury and irritation.
The pleasantries ended there, his devilishly handsome face twisted briefly, and his alluring peach blossom eyes clouded with murderous intent and rage.
Rong Jing's slender, pale fingertips uncontrollably trembled, he clenched his teeth and suddenly formed a fist.
He was desperately restraining himself from slaying the person before him with a sword, and asked in a low voice:
"Gu Lan, you know what I want to ask you. I advise you to speak honestly... because I have lost my patience."
Gu Lan's eyes narrowed, noticing Rong Jing's slightly trembling fingers resting by his side.
