The commander's eyes showed a hint of embarrassment. Going to Ling Xiaotian to ask for funding—unless the Lord of the Great King Palace was beaten to death, he still wouldn't dare go, right?
Seeing that the commander didn't answer, Ling Wanru got a bit annoyed. Her charming eyes glared as she said, "What's wrong? You can't do it, is that it?"
"I can! I can! I'll follow all of Miss's orders."
That commander was terrified. Who would dare offend this Witch Miss of the Spirit Dragon Hall? She'd probably be able to tear down the entire Taiwang Palace when the time came.
"Let's go!"
Ling Wanru reached out and hooked her arm through Ding Fan's, walking out like a little couple. Ding Fan's face looked somewhat awkward, but he couldn't very well throw a fit in public, so he could only follow her out, embarrassed.
The guards of the Great King Palace were all stunned. From the looks of it, Miss Ling had taken a fancy to Ding Fan, but Ding Fan didn't seem all that willing?
