Yun chujiu stole a glance at di beiming in surprise. Seeing that he did not look angry, she told him what had happened.
Hei Xinjiu looked at di beiming nervously and said weakly, “Prince Charming, aren’t you angry?”
Di beiming’s lips curled up slightly, and he looked at her with deep eyes. “Why? Do you want me to be angry?”
Hei Xinjiu quickly shook her head like a rattle-drum. “Of course I don’t want you to be angry. Everything I said to Ao Ji was a lie. I was just trying to survive.”
Di beiming nodded indiscernibly and did not say anything.
Although di beiming was as usual, hei xinjiu somehow felt a little guilty and quickly changed the topic. “Prince Charming, I said that I was going into closed-door cultivation. Why Did You Come Here Anyway?”
Di beiming glanced at her indifferently. “With your personality, how could you go into closed-door cultivation? I thought something must have happened, so I came to take a look.”