Fang Geyu didn't care much about Meng Zifei's fate; she sized up Su Jing with a glance and expressed her suspicion, "That's really strange. If that were true, you should have moved against Meng Zifei the moment he met with Mohe River in private. Why have you so patiently listened to him list his sins?"
Miss Fang's eyes gleamed craftily, "But his confession isn't over yet. Since you've been so patient, why not continue to listen before cutting him to pieces? What's the reason for suddenly losing your temper and attacking?"
Su Jing replied indifferently, "I strike when I feel like it."
Fang Geyu's gaze lifted, "What's got you so angry?"
Whoosh!
A few locks of hair fell from Fang Geyu's forehead, the Sword Intent lingering ceaselessly around her pale, jade-like fingertips.
Fang Geyu's expression stiffened.
Su Jing flicked her sleeve, "Which eye of yours saw me angry?"
