C87 Not a Friend

"Tell me what?"

The soft voice sounded nice, but it was cold. Lan Renhe's hands trembled, and he bowed respectfully to the person who had come. "Master. "

Her bright red nails emitted a cold light, and her fingers, which were like fine suet jade, habitually played with the golden hair on her chest. A faint smile hung on the corners of Lan Qian Yue's mouth