The Little Muddy of the Heading Queen

When the boss ordered this, Little Zhang immediately obeyed and chose the nearest place to stop for Ji Wanzhou and the others to get off.

"Is that really okay?" Meng Qingge couldn't help but worry. After all, Ji Wanzhou was just in time. Even now, he still needed Old Master Fu's acupuncture and boiling medicine every day. If he met with any mishaps and changed back to his original form, wouldn't all his efforts have been in vain?

"Trust me." Ji Wanzhou only said three words, and he believed that it was enough to make Meng Qingge calm down.

"Alright." Meng Qingge steeled her heart. She believed that her husband was fine and would never let her down.

The two held hands with their fingers interlocked. Ji Wanzhou openly didn't try to hide anything, afraid that no one would recognize him. He even took off his sunglasses that he never left his side, revealing his mesmerizing face.