Seeing how urgent the situation was, Zhong Shenxiu peeled Leng Yulai off himself. He gripped her waist with both hands and forcefully pulled her away from his chest.
Leng Yulai's arms still tried to wrap around his neck, but Zhong Shenxiu was too strong, and she could only reluctantly let go, her purple-black eyes filled with reluctance.
"Alright, alright, stop playing around."
There was a trace of helplessness in Zhong Shenxiu's voice. His pale golden vertical pupils swept over the three women, and he frowned slightly. He turned and headed for the door, walking much faster than usual as he said, "I'm going to check on the company's recent situation. You girls talk first."
This was an escape.
The mighty Lord of the Dragon Fighting Plane, faced with the open and covert rivalry of three women, chose the most straightforward method—running.
Gu Yue reacted quickly and reached out to grab the corner of Zhong Shenxiu's clothes. Anxiety flashed through her black eyes. She could not let that brat run off just like that; she still had so much to say. But just as her hand reached out, it was blocked by a fair hand.
Leng Yulai stood in front of Gu Yue.
There was a hint of provocation in her purple-black eyes, and the corners of her lips lifted into a seductive smile. Her figure looked even more voluptuous beneath the outline of her black skintight outfit. Standing there, she was like a black rose with thorns—beautiful and dangerous.
"You must be my sister's disciple, right?"
Leng Yulai's voice was low and husky, carrying an alluring charm that bewitched the heart. Her gaze assessed Gu Yue from her jet black long hair to her elegant, otherworldly face, then to the noble, cold and aloof aura around her.
"I heard she