The man seemed to be amused by her undaunted look and walked into the basement. He reached out and turned on the switch on the wall, and the room suddenly lit up.
Xu Ling finally saw the face of the person in front of her. She did not expect him to be a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Her nervousness was immediately reduced by half.
The man looked at her gradually relaxing expression with a playful look and could not help but tease, "Aren't you afraid? Your life is still in my hands, and you still dare to talk to me like this?"
"Wouldn't I still die if I was afraid?" Xu Ling retorted indifferently.
She was used to not being nervous or afraid. In the past, she was often admired by children of the same age at home. Gradually, even if she really had something to be afraid of, she would pretend to be very calm on the surface, so that no one could see through her.
