C1569 The Tone of the Hostess

Gu Yuwei put down the fruit juice in her hand and slowly stood up to meet King Zhao's burning gaze.

"Little girl —" He took her hand and pulled her into his embrace, "I've let you suffer!"

She raised her head and looked at him in confusion. She didn't understand why he would suddenly say such words.

"Little girl, I wanted to send a car to pick you up, but it's not the time yet