Looking at Wenren Meiqiao's beautiful smile and the joy at the corners of her pink lips, Shen Qiang suddenly felt that his visit here was absolutely right. The Dragon Bone is important, the Chant Ring is important, but ensuring that the delicate Wenren Meiqiao doesn't suffer is even more important.
Thinking in his heart, Shen Qiang, whose eyes were similarly curved with a smile, couldn't help but say deeply: "You're truly beautiful."
Upon hearing these words, Wenren Meiqiao blushed suddenly, not knowing what came to mind, and said: "You're such a sweet talker. Speak up, what are you here for?"
"I missed you," Shen Qiang laughed.
Wenren Meiqiao's eyes flashed with pride, her smile charming, yet she spat: "Only a fool would believe your words. You didn't even tell me about the important matter of fighting with Gong Ziyi, yet you come here saying you missed me. If I really believed you, I would be a pig."
