"Clearly, he interrupted first."
At this moment, Li Meng felt exceptionally wronged.
Zheng Qing watched as this little miss already had tears brimming in her eyes and was very worried she'd faint from the shock—this had happened many times before—so he very obediently took a step back, raising his hands slightly.
"My fault, my fault." He smiled apologetically.
"It's your fault!"
The mist in Li Meng's eyes disappeared in a blink, her momentum reclaimed, she complained indignantly: "You're supposed to run your Array, what are you doing here?!... And I'm reciting my text, why interrupt!"
"It's half an hour to ten."
Zheng Qing ceased to tangle with the Little Witch, turned to Jiang Yu, and flashed his pocket watch in front of the Witch's eyes: "I came to check if we should send them back first... We probably need to train for another one or two hours here."
Jiang Yu nodded slightly: "Hmm, it is indeed a bit late."
