"What's with that expression? The world is dangerous, Lin Ying is worried I'll encounter trouble out there, so helping me prepare some self-defense tools isn't unusual, is it?"
Ansheng pulled out a silver-white staff from inside, then took out a Mountain-Cutting Knife placed by Lin Bingyun and tossed it to Ah Qing.
"......." Ah Qing looked at the knife in her hand, then turned her gaze to the Little Fox, her face filled with black lines, wanting to complain but not knowing where to start.
That Aerial Iron Rider, besides having eighteen weapons in its storage box, also had some cash, a satellite phone, and a tablet.
Moreover, the items were neatly arranged, clearly someone regularly tidied and fixed their positions.
Sister Lin's affection for the Little Fox wasn't just indulgence, it was pure appeasement.
From cars, houses, villas to small suitcases, all had special gear prepared for the Little Fox.
