"Ancestor, let's not joke about this kind of romantic matters now. We can discuss it later."
Li Zheng quickly stopped the Black Dragon Race ancestor, urging him to gather the tribe members. Then he spoke to the three young women assigned to him: "We will act out the scene, but eventually we will part ways, so let's find another way to resolve some matters."
He instructed the Terminal to prepare the Teleportation Disc and draft several contracts to be sent over.
"What way?" Dan Fenglai glared at him sideways: "You look like you're up to no good!"
Li Zheng frowned and shot her an irritated glance.
Little Sakura shook her small fists, revealing several pointed hollow teeth, and threatened fiercely: "Don't say bad things about my dad! You wicked woman!"
"You little brat, you're looking for trouble!" Dan Fenglai immediately furrowed her brows, ready to lash out.
A threatening gaze suddenly fell on her from the side. She turned to see it was Mirel.
