Ye Fan wants to teach this woman a lesson.

Katusha seemed to have a premonition of what would happen next, and her heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

She could only make her last effort: "Young Master Ye, can you not be here..."

"This place is quiet amid the bustle, so it suits us very well."

Ye Fan smiled faintly, then stretched out his hand to pull the curtains on the balcony.

There was a crash and the curtains parted, blocking the view of the entire hall.

Just this movement caused more than 20 people in the hall to look sideways.

Seeing the fleeting figures of Ye Fan and Katyusha, as well as the thick curtains, everyone was slightly startled.

Then each one showed a playful smile.

Several Ninth Princess bodyguards subconsciously wanted to step forward to check, but were stopped by several senior intelligence officials.

Tang Ruoxue's eyelids twitched, she put down her wine glass and stepped forward.

"Snapped--"

Just then, behind the curtain.

Like a white swan shot by a sharp arrow, the Ninth Princess let out a sharp cry of blood.

The whole hall was dead silent.
Chapter completed!