"Oh, Junior Sister Luo, Junior Sister Meng, where are you two going?"
He Ran looked at the two junior sisters before him in astonishment. They had suddenly stood up, seemingly preparing to leave.
He could not help wondering what they were thinking, because he had heard every word of the conversation between Lu Yongfei, Wang Teng, and the others.
Besides, the two groups were only a few dozen meters apart. At such close range, there was no way the women had missed those words, was there?
What puzzled He Ran, however, was that while those two men getting hot-blooded was understandable, why were these two junior sisters acting the same way?
Could their sense of justice have burst its banks too?
"Senior Brother He, Junior Sister Meng and I just want to stretch our limbs. Sitting here all day has practically left us stiff."
The corners of Luo Shuihan's lips lifted into a faintly teasing smile as she spoke.
Everyone present, however, knew perfectly well what she truly intended.
"Junior Sister Luo, Junior Sister Meng, why put yourselves through this?
"Wouldn't it be nice to stay here, drink our tea in peace, and enjoy the scenery?"
A full-figured woman beside them gently tried to persuade them.
This woman was Senior Sister Zhao. She belonged to He Ran's group, so naturally, she had to speak up to lend them some support.
"Senior Sister Zhao, don't worry. We know what we're doing.
"We're only going to stretch our limbs a little. We certainly won't go looking for trouble."
Meng Wanting's lips curved upward, her smile blooming like a spring flower. She elegantly cupped her hands toward everyone, then turned and strode outside with firm steps.
"Don't forget to come back and enjoy some fragrant tea, Junior Sisters!"
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