Chapter 60: Telling You a Secret (1)

Su Luo took a look; these people were none other than Liu Ruohua's classmates.

Su Luo's expression remained unchanged as she unhurriedly withdrew her hand from Nangong Liuyun's. She looked at Nangong Liuyun as if nothing had happened, only to see that his face was grim.

"Who injured Ruohua? Get out here right—" Zhu Weiming shouted loudly, but the moment he saw Nangong Liuyun, his throat felt as if it were being squeezed. His eyes widened, and the second half of his sentence was swallowed back down, unable to make another sound.

His… His Highness Prince Jin… How could it be him?

Nangong Liuyun leaned lazily against the wooden chair. A hint of amusement appeared on his noble and dignified handsome face. He smiled with a wicked and enchanting charm, his gaze cold and piercing, chilling to the bone: "This King injured her. What of it?"

At this moment, he radiated an incomparable Aura, appearing incredibly overbearing and arrogant.

Liu Weiming was terrified. He never expected to encounter His Highness Prince Jin here, and he had even shouted insults just now—he truly deserved to die!

Thinking of this, sweat broke out across his forehead and trickled down drop by drop. His face turned a terrifying shade of pale.

Nangong Liuyun looked down at him with disdain, his eyes bright like cold lightning. "Anything else?"

At this moment, he was like a giant standing tall between heaven and earth, lofty and unreachable, possessing a natural kingly Aura.

How could Liu Weiming dare to say another word? He forced a stiff smile, a flash of terror in his eyes as he said urgently, "No… nothing. Your Highness, please enjoy your meal, please enjoy…"

In front of Prince Jin, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily. With his eyes lowered, he quickly bowed and backed out of the room, even kindly closing the door behind him.

Some behind him didn't recognize His Highness Prince Jin and wanted to charge forward impulsively, but Liu Weiming held them back firmly.

For Liu Weiming knew very well that if His Highness Prince Jin was the one who acted, then Liu Ruohua's wrist was likely severed for nothing. Even if her father came in person, they wouldn't be able to reclaim their dignity.

Besides, offending His Highness Prince Jin and only losing an arm was considered a light punishment. Liu Ruohua could only hope for the best.

Who told her to offend the wrong person? Of all people, she had to offend the Living Yama, His Highness Prince Jin.

Seeing Liu Weiming withdraw respectfully, a hint of surprise appeared in Su Luo's eyes.

She knew His Highness Prince Jin had a great reputation and seemed terrifying, but she hadn't expected him to be frightening to this extent.

The other party had their wrist severed but didn't even dare to breathe heavily, let alone demand an explanation.

Was Nangong Liuyun's past reputation really that terrifying? Su Luo rested her chin on one hand, curiously looking Nangong Liuyun up and down as if she were meeting him for the first time.

"Do you want to look at me that much? Do you want an even deeper look?" Nangong Liuyun smiled in a punchable way as he pulled Su Luo's hand toward the opening of his robe at his chest.

He doesn't look like it; not terrifying at all. Su Luo shook her head inwardly.

"Dazed?" Nangong Liuyun playfully patted her head.

He knew what she was thinking. It was just that he only showed his tender side to her, so she couldn't imagine his ruthless side in front of others.

"Which side is the real you?" A calm yet elegant smile played on Su Luo's face, like a pear blossom covered in dew, fresh and beautiful.

"Which side do you like?" Nangong's thin pink lips curled up playfully. A flash of seriousness crossed his eyes, so fast it was impossible to catch.

This was a difficult question to answer. No matter which side she chose, it would imply the word 'like.' Nangong Liuyun, that cunning old fox, had actually set a linguistic trap for her to fall into…