Cornered against the nearest wall, Ju's panicked gaze sized up the intimidating man, who despite his shabby appearance had a refined look to it.
Mei Deng lowered Da-Xia's feet onto the ground and patted her head, "Go and play a while, we have something important to discuss." He said, the young girl frowned her features but complied with his words, and left them alone.
Turning to face her, the first thing Mei Deng took notice of was her jittery hands. "Relax, I'm not going to bite you, I just want to ask about your mistress's health. Particularly, the symptoms she exhibited." He said in a firm voice.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." She sharply chimed into the conversation, making an obvious evasion to the question.
Mei Deng pinched his temples and let out a sigh, "What use is this loyalty when she's fallen sick?" He lowered his head to hers, copying the intimidating poses Wang Tengfei usually took.
