"Can't you understand plain English? Stop bothering me and get lost!" Qin Fan snapped. He had no pleasantries for the two women who had tried to make a fool of him at the royal party.
"Will it kill you to stop putting on airs? Do you have to be so cold? Humph, just a little brat trying to act all profound!" It seemed that ever since that night at the royal party, Zhong Litong had become immune to Qin Fan's cold remarks. Faced with another dismissal, she just pouted and huffed.
Ignoring Zhong Litong's muttering, Qin Fan turned to Lai Zhuge. "Old Lai, let's pack up."
"Right away, Master Qin!" Lai Zhuge promptly responded.
He knew exactly what "pack up" meant. Traveling light, the only things to gather were his two Zen sticks.
Master Qin?
The title left Chen Yunyun and Zhong Litong utterly stunned.
