Looking at Cui Wenyan's calm face and Yan Qing's smug expression, what can everyone say?
Nothing at all.
Ma Dong, Wu Zhongyuan, and Zhou Zhenghao's disciples were all filled with questions. Master, are you serious? You want me to look after this young girl, but look, she's actually a big shot, a hidden big shot. She casually called over the ghost messenger that none of you could contact, and the ghost messenger seems quite familiar with her.
"Boo hoo hoo, I'm doomed, you have more than me. I can't eat my favorite cookies for three months," Yan Qing looked at the numbers on Cui Wenyan's bracelet and started to fake cry.
"Hey, don't cry. You can eat other alternatives," Cui Wenyan comforted.
"Yes, I can't have my favorite cookies, but I still have my favorite milk tea, cake, hot pot, dry pot, barbecue..." Yan Qing counted on her fingers, but soon ran out of fingers on both hands.
