Yang Ruxin couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, then walked straight into the hall.
Qi Jingyun inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, cursing inwardly at himself. The more he interacted with this woman, the more he felt he was losing his edge. How could he tolerate this woman provoking him all the time? What happened to the cold-faced War God?
At this moment, a faint eagle cry came from the sky.
Qi Jingyun looked at a certain black dot in the sky and could only sigh slightly. Alright, he admitted, in front of Yang Ruxin, he couldn't go back to his previous state.
In the inn's lobby, one person came in from the backyard, another from the lobby entrance. As their eyes met, both corners of their mouths turned up, and with tacit understanding, they went upstairs into a pre-booked room.
Seeing that man, Chai Qin couldn't help but laugh, knowing that the General wouldn't let the madam be here alone.
