“Miss Guan-Ying-Ping, what's wrong with you?”
Huh...?
Aaaah!!!
Eeeeeeeek!!!
As soon as Guan-Ying-Ping saw Zheng-Fu's face, her consciousness instantly scattered with a scream, and she took a few steps back without even realizing it. The previously calm-looking face had turned so red that it almost exploded.
“Young… Young… Young Master Zheng-Fu?!”
“Yeah... It's me, but what's wrong with Miss Guan-Ying-Ping just now? You stood with your head bowed and looked at no one. I called you many times, and you didn’t answer,” Zheng-Fu asked with an innocent expression. But in reality, he could hardly hold back his laughter.
“I'm… I'm… I'm… I’m fine! By the way, where are Brother Sun-Long, Young Master Yong, and Young Master Ming? Why can't I see them?” Guan-Ying-Ping tried to change the topic to calm her mind when she did not see her brother and two young men there.
“They’ve gone to Skill Hall,” Zheng-Fu immediately replied to the young woman where the three of them went.