Princess Xi was dressed immaculately, sitting in the very place where Qiu Tu had sat that morning, her face adorned with a smile.
This meant that, after the fallout earlier in the morning, Qiu Tu was finally done pretending to be someone else; instead, he bared his fangs, and began to formally converse with the group as the controller of Shelter No. 7.
Sure enough, as Shen Yuzhou thought this, Qiu Tu set aside the white jade teacup in his hand, swept his gaze over those present, and spoke bluntly,
"It's already been half a day. I wonder how the two of you have thought it over?"
"Will it be war or peace? It's time for a definitive answer."
Qiu Tu's straightforwardness instantly plunged the atmosphere of the drawing room to freezing point.
Just moments ago, Li Feng had been engaged in a war of words with Qiu Tu, but now sat there expressionless, silent.
And Shen Yuzhou too, his face as cold as water, gave no response for a long while.
