"Get lost!"
Lin Zifeng used his knee to shove Huahua away.
"Damn it, of all times, you're still trying to piss me off, you just want trouble, don't you?"
Lin Zifeng grumbled as he settled Liu Ruyan in, then returned to his driver's seat to start the car.
Along the way, the three silly girls, under the influence of alcohol, became like playful little kittens when the booze hit them.
The three of them were playful in the car, but the topic never strayed from the words "Death God," which gave Lin Zifeng a peculiar feeling as he drove.
They have such deep feelings for him, and if one day they learn about his true identity, their affections will only deepen. How will he manage this situation then?
Thinking about this, Lin Zifeng shivered while driving. He was already married to Nangong Bing, and in the Martial Arts Country, the system is monogamous. Marrying again would be bigamy.
