Ling Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly:
"I wonder what business Your Majesty the Pope has with my Xiao Feng?"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong sneered and looked Ling Yuan up and down.
"My Xiao Feng? How affectionate. How does it feel being a party of three?"
Ling Yuan paused, an imperceptible awkwardness passing over her exquisite cheeks. But more than anything else, there was calmness.
She spoke in a seemingly casual tone:
"Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. The pleasure of it is something Your Majesty the Pope can't imagine."
"Oh—is that so?"
Bibi Dong ignored Ling Yuan and pulled Hu Liena inside.
Ling Yuan flashed forward and blocked Bibi Dong's path.
"Your Majesty the Pope, please explain your purpose for coming. Otherwise, forgive me, but I can't let you in."
Bibi Dong patted the top of Hu Liena's head:
"My Personal Disciple, Na Er, wants to come meet Lin Feng. Are you trying to stop her?"
Ling Yuan glanced at the somewhat flustered Hu Liena and furrowed her willow brows.
"Let them in, Ling Yuan Jie."
The three of them looked over.
Under the slanting sunlight, Lin Feng was quietly leaning against the doorframe, his shadow stretched long by the light.
His crisp, capable black everyday clothes made his figure appear even more slender.
The lines of his face had grown more defined. He was extraordinarily handsome, with resolute, deep-set eyes.
A faint smile hung at the corners of his lips.
He bowed to Bibi Dong and spoke in a steady tone:
"Please take a seat, Your Majesty the Pope, and..."
"My name is Hu Liena. You can just call me Nana."
Hu Liena gazed at Lin Feng, her eyes shining. Seeing that he seemed not to know her name, she hurriedly spoke up.
Lin Feng chuckled. "And this is Nana, my junior