Nangong Natsuki shook her head with a helpless expression. "Can't you be a little more serious? You'll be staying here tonight. For someone as dangerous as you, aside from keeping an eye on you, the other option is to lock you in prison. And don't call me Natsuki-chan. Use another form of address. I wouldn't mind if you called me Teacher Nangong."
Chen Fan hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, no! Better not lock me in prison. I'd definitely break out, and who knows what kind of trouble that might cause. Besides, I'm very serious. A man's lifelong dream is to find a beautiful, rich woman with fair skin. Natsuki-chan completely meets every requirement."
"Bam!" Nangong Natsuki walked up the steps and knocked Chen Fan on the head.
"Can't a man's dream be a little more ambitious? At the very least, you should work hard to become first-generation rich! And you called me Natsuki-chan again, didn't you? I told you to call me Teacher Nangong. Why can't you remember? You actually dared to say right in front of me that you'd definitely break out of prison. You've got some nerve!"
"Uh... the only way to become first-generation rich is through robbery, isn't it?" Chen Fan said, rubbing his chin.
"Go get a proper job!!" Nangong Natsuki suddenly appeared behind Chen Fan and kicked him in the rear. She had only one feeling now: a pounding headache. She couldn't let Chen Fan run around freely. She was starting to believe that he really wasn't from this world. Not even the Demon race in this world was this shameless. He had to be a crafty Demon wearing human skin.
Chen Fan entered the mansion. Its interior was extraordinarily lavish, and he looked around. "Does Natsuki-chan live alone in such a huge house?