Zhu Qingling no longer had much desire to make money.
But when it came to the things Ding Ling instructed her to do, she would still carry them out diligently.
Take the gathering of the Dragon Balls, for example.
With Sun Wukong, Tenshinhan, Jiaozi, and the others splitting up to search for the remaining Dragon Balls,
Zhu Qingling was ready to set out as well.
She planned to head north.
Tang Bohu wanted to go with her.
Zhu Qingling wanted to refuse, so she tactfully reminded him:
"Tang Bohu, your martial arts strength is extremely powerful. You're fully capable of taking Yamcha and the others south to search for the remaining Dragon Balls. There's no need to follow me."
"You're a girl traveling alone. I wouldn't feel at ease."
Tang Bohu decided to give it one more try and naturally wouldn't give up so easily. He said with a smile:
"Besides, having someone beside you to pour tea, fetch water, and chat with is better than being alone, don't you think?"
"But..."
"There are no buts."
Tang Bohu took the Dragon Ball Radar from Zhu Qingling and casually tossed it to Puar.
"Let's go, the three of us."
Puar looked bewildered. "What about Yamcha?"
"Yamcha is going south with Krillin."
"..."
Yamcha and Krillin looked at each other, speechless.
Tang Bohu insisted.
Zhu Qingling couldn't simply drive him away.
After all, Tang Bohu had always been generous toward her, Meng Weici, and the others. He had taught them everything he knew, holding nothing back.
He was also warmhearted and always rushed to take on any task. If he didn't do it himself, he would urge Yamcha to handle it.
He treated the Sweet Girl Group so well that there was almost nothing to criticize.
Although Zhu Qingling could sense