Qingfeng's face was burning red, and her body immediately softened. Her voice was barely audible: "Junior Brother, the disciples are watching that..."
Lu Qian chuckled: "It's a dark and windy night, and this is still the Elder Courtyard. Where are the disciples—"
He suddenly sensed something. Someone really was coming over. He had to gently let go of Jiang Qingfeng and shouted irritably: "Jiang Baitao, why aren't you focusing on cultivation and coming over here instead."
Baitao jumped up: "This is my sister. Are you trying to monopolize her? You two are shameless, flirting in public."
She wasn't intentionally eavesdropping. She originally came over to chat with her sister, but happened to bump into Lu Qian.
After being chastised by a little girl, Lu Qian felt somewhat embarrassed and pretended to strike. Baitao let out a strange cry and fled at lightning speed.
Jiang Qingfeng sighed: "Oh, I really don't know what to do with this girl."
