"Sorry..."
Fuluoyin spoke softly.
Chen Lun took her hand.
"No, I have to bite you back."
Feeling she was in the wrong, Fuluoyin obediently murmured her assent and let Chen Lun draw her little hand to his lips.
But Chen Lun only placed a gentle kiss on the backs of her fingers.
Fuluoyin suddenly blushed.
Just as Chen Lun was about to say something.
An azure rift suddenly appeared by the window, and a dog's head poked out.
Woof!
Chen Lun whipped his head around.
Once he saw who it was, he took a deep breath and said glumly:
"Why is it you every single time?!"
The Con-Artist Doll tremblingly handed him a letter. Not even daring to ask for a tip, it pulled its dog's head back and fled.
Holding the letter, Chen Lun turned back. Unsurprisingly, Fuluoyin was already gone.
His fist slowly clenched. He silently resolved to give this Spirit World Messenger from the Silver Dragon Trade Association a thorough beating next time.
He would show it what a fucking surprise really fucking meant!
He opened the envelope and looked inside.
It was a letter from the senior management of the Silver Dragon Trade Association.
The writer was named Kaibak. He introduced himself as Rosa's uncle and the current administrator of the Silver Dragon Trade Association's headquarters.
He stated that the Silver Dragon Trade Association's important branch on the Empire's southern border had been affected by the Red Apple Church's unrest. The branch was now in imminent danger and could fall to the Red Apple Church at any moment, urgently requiring combat support from the Circus.
But Chen Lun read the entire letter with a cold expression.
There was no other reason: the whole letter was full of imperious wording, superiority, and arrogance. Its