Upon hearing Qing Lan's words, before Zhao Ji could speak, barefoot Doris, who was busy looking in the mirror, replied, "Relax, relax. Even if you don't believe in your boss's strength, you should trust his acting skills."
"Since he's daring enough to go, he probably has full confidence."
Qing Lan heard this, gently bit her cherry lips, and murmured softly, "Let's hope so."
"But he is the Divine King... I'm always a bit worried."
Hearing her words, Candle Dance, who was sitting nearby with her legs crossed and hands holding a big red apple, casually said, "Since when do you care so much about your godfather?"
"You wouldn't be planning to leap up the ranks and become my godmother, would you?"
"What's the matter? Can't be besties and now you want to adopt me as your daughter?"
Listening to Candle Dance's wild words, Doris couldn't help but look at Qing Lan, even Zhao Ji slowly opened her eyes.
