The more they talked, the more excited they became. Qi Lin, sitting nearby, blushed so hard it looked like blood might drip from her face, and her little head sank lower and lower.
Yun Zhao helplessly stood up and looked at Yan. "Yan-bao, did you bring my things back for me?"
Not only did he himself freeze at the way he addressed her, but the three angels across from him froze as well.
Moei knew the least about what was going on. Upon hearing the nickname, gossip immediately lit up in her little eyes. She looked at Yan, then at Yun Zhao, nodded, and even wore a knowing smile.
"Wow, Yan-bao? Sister Yan, when did you get that nickname? How come I didn't know?" Azhui raised her brows, her smile teasing.
Yan's pretty face also flushed. She glared at Yun Zhao, who awkwardly rubbed his nose.
She directly took out all the compensation Du Kao had given him, which had been stored in the Dark Dimension.
"It's all here. Keep it yourself."
Then she quickly headed upstairs toward her room, looking like she was fleeing in embarrassment.
{Heh! My Yan-bao really is just a Verbal King. Look at that—just a little effort from yours truly, and she fled in panic.} Pfft!
Azhui failed to hold it in and burst out laughing on the spot.
Verbal King really was a fitting description.
"What happened? Why did Yan flee in panic?" Leng asked.
Although they had been watching Yun Zhao, there was no way they could keep their eyes on him twenty-four hours a day.
And with it being the middle of the night, it was even less likely that they would keep watching.
As a result, Yun Zhao's sudden inner voice caused all the angels on the Sub-system Platform to come