With bright eyes, pearly teeth, red lips, and a delicate nose, Fu Qian looked at the pretty face before him and suppressed the urge to smack it flat.
"How was it?"
The next moment, the violence in his heart receded.
After two days of intense practice, Wen Li looked over nervously.
"You've improved a lot."
Fu Qian gave his assessment with a straight face.
Indeed, during these two days of leisurely living, Wen Li had fully put her capitalist heir's talents to use. She'd made the most of everyone around her and asked Fu Qian to help hone her Kaleidoscope.
Over the past two days, her control had improved considerably. Even Fu Qian had been affected mentally by the chaotic onslaught just now.
"Still, next time you're facing an opponent far above your level, try not to let anger take hold."
"...All right."
Wen Li seemed to realize the danger she'd been in. She stuck out her tongue, still a little shaken.
"Either way, this should be pretty effective against opponents at your level."
Fu Qian waved her off.
"You can head back now."
"Okay."
Although she was being kicked out of her own place, Wen Li didn't seem upset. She got up in a cheerful tone.
"And no matter what you hear in a little while, don't come out."
Wen Li stiffened instantly and instinctively glanced around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
She didn't ask any questions. After giving Fu Qian a look, she quietly slipped out.
Fu Qian watched her go, then sat motionless in his seat.
Barely ten seconds after she left, there was another knock at the door.
"Come in."
Fu Qian called out.
The door opened, and a figure stood there without a sound, saying nothing.
He was a muscular, middle-aged man