When Su Jin heard what Xi Chenxiao said, she nodded. She was hungry now. Looking at the table full of delicious food, she could not wait to feast. Moreover, Su Jin was a foodie, so she could not care less about anything else.
In Xi Tian's room, Xi Chenxiao was full of intent on murder, just like a devil. He looked coldly at the assassin, who had been beaten up and was kneeling on the ground. Now, he must avenge Little Mute. Xi Chenxiao said coldly,
"Left hand or right hand?"
The assassin who was kneeling on the ground was shivering. Hearing Xi Chenxiao's cold voice, he was even more terrified. He had wanted to deny and stick it out. But feeling Xi Chenxiao's powerful aura, he said with a trembling voice,
"Left, left hand."
