When Yin Kuang subconsciously voiced the doubt in his heart, the kitchen door opened as well. Qian Qianqian emerged carrying dishes, an apron tied around her waist. Seeing Yin Kuang back, she smiled happily. "You're back? Are you hungry? The food will be ready soon. Just wait a little longer." Sister Tang really was right, she thought. Yet the happiness on Qian Qianqian's face did not last long, because she noticed the person in the living room.
"Tsk! How inconsiderate. It's mealtime already—couldn't you come back later even if you had something to discuss? Don't tell me you're planning to stay and mooch a meal?" Qian Qianqian shot that person a sidelong glance, huffing inwardly before turning back into the kitchen.
She did not have the slightest bit of goodwill toward the person in the living room. There were very few people Qian Qianqian, with her temperament, disliked—or could even be said to hate. Back when Zhu Gaolie, a freshman, had boldly tried to pester her, she had merely found him annoying. She had not actually detested him.
That person was none other than Leng Huaping, who had spent the past year constantly competing and clashing with Qian Qianqian and Tang Rouyu!
Just as Yin Kuang had expected, those two from Li Shuangmu's side had come to discuss an alliance with him. He was already calculating how to avenge that sword thrust to his back.
Come to think of it, if Sun Wukong from Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons had not gone mad and snatched the Fourth Dragon Prince's Dragon Essence Pill for Yin Kuang to consume, he truly would have died then—nor did he believe, even now, that Chong Ming would have saved him. In Yin Kuang's view, if he was killed in a scenario, Chong Ming