C460 Formal Enmity with Emperor Chen Tong

Ann Ruoxi took a deep breath, loosened her grip on the door handle and walked into the office step by step with stiff legs.

"Sit."

Di Chenjue pointed to the black sofa at the side and said to Ann Ruoxi. Whether it was his expression or tone, they were all aloof and distant, no longer gentle like before.

It had only been a few hours