I instinctively clutched the pocket containing my phone, and a layer of cold sweat broke out across my back. Zhao Wuhen's gaze was like two sharp little blades, seemingly able to pierce right through the fabric to see the phone inside.
"Lord Zhao is joking," I said, putting on a brave face. "It's just a little trinket, nothing to look at."
Zhao Wuhen's mouth curved slightly upward as he retrieved a token from his sleeve and placed it on the table. In the moonlight, the three characters "Imperial City Bureau" on the token gleamed with a cold light.
Chapter 99