"—Where'd this lapdog come from? Get out of the way." Shen Lang, who had been sprawled on the ground, was abruptly kicked aside.
...She went flying at least a meter.
The moment she landed, it felt like her organs were going to come flying out.
But to onlookers, it was just a frail little puppy collapsing from a serious injury, perhaps even breathing its last.
Her ears twitched slightly as a rich, magnetic voice spoke, devoid of any emotion:
"Qian Shao, give it a proper burial."
Qian Shao hurriedly agreed.
Shen Lang, who had been secretly listening with ears pricked, was so scared she jolted. With a WHOOSH, she sprang up, circled the group with noble elegance, shot them an aloof glare, and then sauntered away.
Qian Shao gritted her teeth in frustration. Looking toward the most handsome and noble man in the group, she lowered her voice and said, "This lapdog must be possessed...!"
But the man remained impassive, not even giving it a second glance as he led his confidants away.
