If Zheng Qing had known what Lin Guo was saying, he would surely have tearfully and firmly rejected his guess.
He had done nothing wrong, so why would he feel guilty? And even if, taking a step back, he did feel guilty, why would he sneak away and retreat early?
It made no sense at all.
In truth, the young publicly funded student had been "abducted."
A minute earlier, he had been eagerly watching with the other hunters from the hunting party as a hunter from some unlucky team was battered into a filthy mess by that irritable Poisonhorn Beast in the distance.
In the blink of an eye, he felt someone yank sharply backward at his navel. His feet left the ground, and the world spun around him. By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing in a spacious, very familiar living room.
"Tea or coffee?" Su Ya asked solemnly, standing beside him with a large tea tray in her arms.
"Tea?" Zheng Qing had yet to recover from the spatial transfer. His head still felt muddled, and he could not help shaking it hard.
"Flower tea, green tea, or black tea? Would you like milk or sugar?" Su Ya pressed.
At last, Zheng Qing felt his soul slowly settle back into his body, and his mind cleared considerably.
"How did I get here?" He lowered his head to look at the Little Fox Girl, his brows raised high. But his confusion vanished without a trace after only a few seconds.
This was Qingqiu Mansion, Young Lady Su's villa on Puji Island.
And Young Lady Su had just tossed a whole pile of spells onto the heads of a crowd of Magical Creatures, then glanced at him.
How he had ended up here was obvious.