Watching the twin-tailed girl following her burst into tears because of Shen Qiang, the stunning mixed-race beauty in a snow-white military uniform, Nalan Tianyu, had a faint trace of anger in her light blue eyes. But it was all useless. If Shen Qiang were here, whether it was the Thirty-two Skillful Hands or the Medicine King Valley, they would certainly restrain themselves.
But unfortunately, Shen Qiang isn't here right now. No matter if the twin-tailed girl speaks for him or Nalan Tianyu, it's no use, because clearly, they don't carry the same weight.
"Don't you want to comfort her?"
With the voice of a magnetic middle-aged man, the extremely beautiful Nalan Tianyu witnessed with amazement a man wearing flip-flops, flowered shorts, and a floral shirt, with a bald head but thick eyebrows and big eyes, appearing quite charming like that of a middle-aged man, already standing beside her.
