Upon hearing this, Su Wan suddenly came back to her senses.
Jiang Xuecheng was extremely close to her. He was tall and slender, almost 1.9 meters tall, and Su Wan shorter than half a meter.
Covered by the tall shadow, Su Wan's face instantly burned. Her porcelain-white face had already been dyed with the color of rouge.
Who asked her to wear her clothes backwards?
No matter how many reasons she had to complain about the order of the people under Jiang Xuecheng, she could not argue with him.
Moreover, she almost fell down. If it were not for the Chi wall condensed by Jiang Xuecheng's spiritual power, she would have probably fallen into the ground.
Su Wan nodded in embarrassment. She almost did not dare to raise her head to look directly into his eyes.
"Sorry for making a fool of myself in front of you, Your Highness."
