The crowd's gazes were scorching. Even the young man on the Battle Platform could feel it.
At that moment, the young man seemed to realize what a huge mistake his rash question had been. He immediately turned his gaze toward Meng Yiren.
But he was met with Meng Yiren's frigid, murderous eyes. His heart skipped a beat. 'This is bad,' he thought.
'I was so angry just now that I nearly lost all reason. I just blurted it out without a second thought, completely forgetting about Meng Yiren.'
Staring into Meng Yiren's indifferent eyes, he shrank back. He knew with certainty that he had offended her today.
At this thought, rage flared in his heart. He whirled to glare at Ye Wushuang, filled with resentment. 'This is all because of Ye Wushuang.'
"Tell me. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
