Xu Yang and Liu Rongrong had just left.
Seeing them go, Wang Xinjun still felt a bit of pity, "Judging by their looks, it's going to take them a long time to recover."
"Instead of worrying about others, you might as well worry about the boss himself." Jiangli said, giving him a meaningful glance.
Wang Xinjun was confused, "Abbot, what do you mean by that?"
Could it be that something else was following him?
Wang Xinjun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately looked around.
Seeing his sneaky expression, Jiangli clicked his tongue, "It's not that there's a little ghost following you."
Wang Xinjun turned to look at Jiangli, and although he should have felt relieved to hear this, for some reason, he couldn't feel at ease when he met Jiangli's eyes.
Wang Xinjun anxiously asked, "Then, what does it mean..."