C50 Pingle's Probing

"Do you know what to say to the Prime Minister?" Just as Lo Qiushui turned around, Wuhen stopped her. The soft voice behind her echoed once more, and Lo Qiushui didn't dare turn back. Sweat began to trickle down her forehead. Xiao Yuhan's voice wasn't terrifying, yet a chill crept up from her feet to the back of her head.

"Yes, I know." Lo Qiushui nodded without turning to face Xiao Yuhan