"Seventh Master, Seventh Master, are you in there?"
Zheng Siyu suppressed her emotions, trying to ask gently, yet still, there was no response.
Just as she was wondering whether to find a waiter to get the key, she heard someone behind her give a disdainful "TSK, TSK." Zheng Siyu's face stiffened.
Whirling around, she saw Ye Tong standing three meters away, arms crossed over her chest.
She was looking down at her disdainfully, a thick layer of sarcasm on her lips. "My parents thought so highly of you," Ye Tong mocked, "and even helped you prepare for so long. I thought you'd actually have some impressive abilities!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Siyu's breathing grew heavy.
She looked at Ye Tong, her eyes full of hostility. "You, why are you here?"
She was beaten half to death just the day before yesterday; wasn't she supposed to be bedridden today?
Ye Tong uncrossed her arms, took out a set of keys, and dangled them in front of Zheng Siyu.
