Upon hearing Sun Zhe's words, Han Xinyue gently narrowed her charming almond eyes, staring at him. "What is your relationship with Lin Miao?"
SLAP!
However, her only answer was Sun Zhe's merciless slap. He didn't strike her face, but rather the round, plump globes of her breasts.
Sun Zhe tilted his head back slightly, gazing down at the woman sitting on his stomach. "I'm the one asking questions here, not the other way around," he said with a smirk. "And is this the attitude you should have when speaking to me?"
Han Xinyue felt utterly helpless. Suppressing her anger, she said softly, "According to the information I have, you don't seem to have any relationship with Lin Miao. Why are you concerned about her?"
"Because I am the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace," Sun Zhe stated bluntly.
