"Suit yourself. I was just worried you'd be embarrassed. If you're not afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?"
Ning Bei shrugged and lazily walked toward the raised platform. Once again, he sat on the throne, took out a handful of melon seeds, and began cracking them.
Seeing him sit there eating melon seeds, Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether leaving him there had been the right choice.
A few minutes later, Hu Liena led the Expressionless Man into the main hall. She took a deep look at Ning Bei, who was cracking melon seeds on the papal throne, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance in her mind. Then, after nodding respectfully to her teacher, she turned and exited the Papal Hall.
When Grandmaster saw Little Fox leave, he failed to notice Ning Bei on the raised platform and assumed that only the two of them were left alone in the hall.
He immediately worked up his emotions. His expressionless face transformed into a passionate, deeply in-love expression. He took several steps forward to close the distance between them, trembled his lips, and uttered a few syllables.
"Dong-er, it's been a long time. You're still as beautiful as ever!"
Ning Bei took in Grandmaster's performance from beginning to end and nearly spat out the melon seeds he had just cracked. Good, good, good! So this was how he wanted to play it?
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed deeply as well. After recovering from her shock, she disdainfully took half a step back and silently widened the distance between them.
"Elder Yu, watch your words. You should address me as Your Majesty the Pope!"
A painfully vivid expression appeared on Grandmaster's face. He closed his eyes and slightly turned his head aside.