Immediately.
A sedative was injected into the neck.
"I ask you."
Fang Zheng manipulated the magic altar, leisurely speaking:
"What is it on my body that makes you keep investigating?"
"..." Qin Keqing's eyes were dull, her mouth slightly open, struggling a bit before slowly saying:
"The smell of my senior sister."
Senior sister?
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow.
......
Two days later.
In the group exiting the city.
"Young Master Fang."
Miss Zheng's face was livid as she looked at Fang Zheng boarding the carriage, gritting her silver teeth:
"Where is my brother?"
"Once I leave the city and the boundaries of the Prefecture City, Miss Zheng will naturally know where Young Master Zheng is," Fang Zheng said unhurriedly:
"Of course..."
"The premise is that I leave safely, without any mishaps along the way, otherwise Miss Zheng might not see Young Master Zheng."
"You..." Miss Zheng took a step forward, angered:
