"You really trust Talabova, huh!" Catherine walked beside Ling Feng, pursing her lips as she spoke. "Aren't you afraid she might go back on her word?"
Ling Feng wrapped his arm around Catherine's waist and replied, "Alright, stop being so sour! She didn't verify if those oil paintings are genuine either. This is mutual trust between us. You ought to know by now—even you must agree—if it weren't for Talabova, I'd probably still just be a walking corpse."
"I'm just annoyed!" Catherine pouted. "That little witch, the way she looks at you, it's like she wants to devour you. Doesn't she have any shred of womanly modesty left?"
Ling Feng shook his head slightly. He knew that one of the reasons Catherine disliked Talabova was because years ago, Talabova had sold information on their instructor's weaknesses to Ling Feng. Otherwise, Ling Feng wouldn't have been able to turn the tide at the last moment and seize victory.
