Chu Wenzong's eyes instantly widened.
He couldn't help pinching the web of his hand hard. Once he was sure this wasn't a dream, he immediately quickened his pace and strode several steps ahead, putting several meters between himself and Chu Youning.
Then he inwardly grumbled about Chu Youning again.
This time, he didn't hear Chu Youning's thoughts, and he instantly felt a little more at ease.
For the rest of the walk out of the residence, Chu Wenzong kept the distance between himself and Chu Youning firmly above five meters.
Whenever he noticed any sign of Chu Youning drawing closer, he immediately picked up his pace again.
The scene looked so much like a game of cat and mouse that it was rather comical.
The others, who had no idea what was going on, watched Chu Wenzong's steps alternate between fast and slow. Every one of them was baffled, but none dared ask.
During this time, Chu Youning also heard Zhao Yi thinking that he would have a golden statue made of her and worship her, if only she would spare him.
She also heard Chu Wenjing's heartfelt blessings and congratulations that her thoughts would no longer leak out.
As for the endless thoughts of eating, eating, eating in Chu Lange's and Little Wukong's heads, Chu Youning chose to move farther away from those two without hesitation, shutting out all that jumbled noise.
Just before she boarded the carriage, Chu Youning's shock and the emotion welling in her heart finally began to fade, little by little. At last, she thought of the key point.
Chu Wenzong had said it.
Qing Qianxue hadn't fooled him.
Had he told everyone that they would no longer be able to hear her thoughts?
And judging by their reactions, not a single person seemed to