Cang Lianqing and Chai Junlang exchanged a glance, then darted out in a rush to catch up. Wan Ling was not flying particularly fast. Her pink skirt billowed through the air, an exceptionally eye-catching sight. One on the left and one on the right, the two caught up and flew alongside her. Before they could plaster on smiles and speak, Wan Ling's delicate brows knit slightly. She descended onto the roof of an abandoned building and fixed them with a sharp gaze. "Why are you two following me?"
Chai Junlang hurried to answer, "I heard you were here, occupied with work. I came to see whether there was anything you needed help with." Cang Lianqing promptly nodded again and again. "Me too."
Wan Ling lifted her chin with a trace of arrogance and said coldly, "I don't need your help, nor do I need you to come help me. Stop following me, you two, or don't blame me for being rude."
All the flattering words in their hearts lodged in their throats. They looked at each other, and a faint flash of anger passed through both their eyes before vanishing. Almost simultaneously, the same thought crossed their minds. Stinking woman, don't get cocky. Once I get you into my hands, you'll be in for it!
After Cang Lianqing's gaze casually swept over Wan Ling's voluptuous figure, he smiled broadly and glanced around. "Wan Ling, in this wilderness of barren hills, where are you going?"
"Do I need to report where I'm going to you?" Wan Ling tossed out the curt reply, then flashed away at once, far faster than before, seemingly intending to shake the two of them off.
"Stinking woman!" Cang Lianqing cursed under his breath as he watched Wan Ling's graceful figure vanish into the distance. Chai Junlang