Jiang Lan walked inside and immediately saw Xie Jianjia sitting upright on the edge of the bed, unable to move.
"So it was you…"
Seeing him enter, Xie Jianjia wasn't the least bit surprised. Her cool, elegant, and noble face revealed an icy disdain and loathing.
Song Youwei waved her delicate hand, and the ropes binding Xie Jianjia's hands and feet transformed into a streak of light, flying back into her sleeve.
She also knew to take her leave, retreating and closing the door behind her.
"Was it that hard to guess?" Jiang Lan said unhurriedly as he walked toward her.
Xie Jianjia made no effort to hide the disgust on her face. "Don't even think about touching me," she said. "I would rather die than let you get what you want."
Jiang Lan smiled and looked down at her calmly. "You don't have a shred of cultivation right now," he said. "Are you sure you can even take your own life?"
