Upon hearing Huo Wuya's voice, Yu Youhan didn't say much more and turned to leave the room.
Only then did Ji Hongxiu's tense nerves relax a bit. She looked shyly at Chen Mo and whispered, "The Yin God hasn't shared any memories with me yet, so what exactly happened last night?"
The Daoist Venerable has always been thin-skinned. If he knew "he" competed with Yu Youhan last night and even played with the electric pen, wouldn't he want to find a crack to hide in?
Chen Mo didn't say much, picked up a Daoist robe beside him, draped it over her, covering the alluring figure, and softly said, "Don't worry, I know this wasn't your intention. I'll find a way to explain it to the Empress."
