"Then I really owe you one." Zhang Fan patted Sui Chunsheng on the shoulder, turned to glance at the tightly closed Scripture Treasure Hall, and immediately squeezed his way out of the crowd.
He had hardly taken two steps when a figure flickered out, blocking Zhang Fan's way.
"Yun Jianyue!?" Zhang Fan frowned deeply.
"Such lack of manners. You can call me Aunt Yun." Yun Jianyue chuckled softly and walked right up to Zhang Fan.
"You've been thinking it over all night. Well, what do you think?"
"I want to call the cops!" Zhang Fan shot her a look and replied coolly.
"..."
"Silly child, what kind of joke is that? Aunt Yun wouldn't harm you."
Yun Jianyue's laughter was gentle and full, her slender jade hand gently reaching up as if about to stroke Zhang Fan's cheek.
Zhang Fan immediately became alert, instinctively stepping back.
"Look at you. When you get down to it, I'm your elder. How could I hurt you?" Yun Jianyue kept her playful smile and didn't seem to mind.
