The simple phone call with Qi Di Hai allowed Qin Hao to understand this person more intuitively.
Calm, insidious, cunning.
Without a doubt, Qi Di Hai is a very frightening opponent; someone like him placed in ancient times would be enough to plunge a nation into chaos.
"Shall we leave?"
Yan Chunjiao asked.
Qin Hao lowered his head, looked at the girl in front of him, with lingering fear in his heart.
If it weren't for Yan Chunjiao's warning, he might not have known the danger was approaching, but in any case, he owed her a favor.
"Would you come back with me for now?"
Qin Hao thought for a moment and asked.
Yan Chunjiao frowned and said, "What about the other sisters?"
"I have a way to save them."
Qin Hao reached out to touch Yan Chunjiao's head, her eyes squinted, seeming to ponder the significance of Qin Hao's action.
Realizing he was being inappropriate, Qin Hao pulled back his hand and touched his nose: Hmm, I seem to have a habit of touching little girls' heads?
