A Perfect Vanishing Act

An Jing Shizhi was obviously not a woman. Photos of him could be found all over the world.

If we ruled out the possibility that he had some unusual kink, there was only one explanation—this woman wasn't An Jing Shizhi.

So An Jing had two emperors?

That was a little ridiculous, to say the least!

Fu Qian gazed at the figure sitting beside Su Gao and let out a heartfelt sigh.

She was even beautiful enough to be called pretty.

It was hard to pin down her age. She wore a fitted white blouse and simple, refined makeup, and her smooth brown hair was pinned up. She looked mature and capable, like a female researcher.

At that moment, she sat with her legs crossed and her chin resting in her hand, studying Su Gao with interest. Her eyes were remarkably lively.

And clearly, neither Su Gao nor Asao Sakura had any idea she was there—even in the dream.

"I could tell at a glance that you were itching to try."

To avoid seeming strange, Fu Qian never broke stride. In the blink of an eye, he was back beside his seat.

Meeting Asao Sakura's somewhat bewildered gaze, he rudely shoved everything into her arms.

The fact that he could actually make a Second Order Divine Envoy appear through a dream was undoubtedly an ideal situation.

But even now, neither Su Gao nor Asao Sakura could see this person at all. That meant he couldn't direct things from behind the scenes and would have to step in himself.

Asao Sakura looked at the pile of things stuffed into her arms. She smoothly picked up where she'd left off, acting on the thought of using her offer to help as a chance to get away. She didn't say a word