E Jintang's strength was truly immense. The way he held Song Lianhe's arm, it was as if he were holding a chick's tiny wing—like he could rip it off and fling it into the sky at any moment.
"It's breaking... It's breaking... My arm's going to break..."
"Huh? Oh, right, right."
E Jintang hastily let go. Song Lianhe rubbed her shoulder, and after checking that no one was around, she gave his rock-hard chest a light pat. "You're a quick one~"
E Jintang scratched his head in embarrassment.
'No one's ever called me quick-witted before.'
"Someone's coming."
At Xuan Mei's warning, Song Lianhe turned her head, an eyebrow arching in response.
'Heh. Foes are bound to meet, aren't they?'
Song Xilan, leading Man Yue and her entourage, was striding toward them.
They approached with an air of coming to seize someone.
'Doing the math,' Song Lianhe figured, 'my disguise as an attendant to get into the mansion yesterday must have been exposed.'
