"Beauty, what's your name?" Ding Shu was the first to speak.
The woman swept an eye over them, parted her red lips slightly, and said, "Shui Qingchang."
"Yo, so lively. Have I come too late?" A voice that sounded like it was asking for a beating rang out, and Jing Haoran's figure streaked past, and landed.
From the very beginning, he showed his suicidal nature, throwing coquettish glances at Feng Miaoling and Shui Qingchang. "These two young misses are so beautiful. Are you interested in having dinner with me tonight?"
"Get lost!" Feng Miaoling and Shui Qingchang moved at the same time. Boom, the terrifying attack turned into a turbulent wave.
Jing Haoran hurriedly retreated, dodging this blow. Then, he patted his chest, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, "Fortunately, I have been practicing my escape techniques. Otherwise, I would really be in serious trouble!"