But heaven didn't hear her inner screams.
Her third aunt hurriedly carried her into the room and made a bowing gesture.
"Boss."
The man in the room replied with a raspy 'Mm.'
Ruan Qi heard someone seemingly rise from the sofa and walk toward them.
Her nerves instantly tightened.
Clearly, she had never experienced this scene before—so why was she so afraid?
Clearly, she had never heard this man's voice—so why did her body tremble?
At the moment Ruan Qi was overcome with panic, a faint scent of roses silently entered her nostrils.
It was the scent from that man.
"Is this the 'gem' you spoke of?" The hoarse voice sounded right next to Ruan Qi's ear.
Every hair on Ruan Qi's body stood on end.
"Yes, Boss," her third aunt answered with utmost respect, "Zhang Xian found her in the fishing village."
As the words fell, Ruan Qi felt a finger brush against her face.
The texture was rough, and the temperature was cold—piercingly cold, like the touch of a serpent.
