She took a deep breath, her full chest heaving violently, while her ice-blue dress fluttered as if blown by an invisible wind. She gritted her silver-capped teeth and spoke slowly:
"Open and honest? Who do you think you are, sneaking in like a chicken thief by blocking everyone's senses?!!"
"Ah? Oh, that..."
Hong Qitian suddenly understood, then his face showed a slightly embarrassed smile as he rubbed his hands together. "Hehe, can't help it, got used to it. Once, back in the village, I stole a chicken, and I did it just like this at that time."
"You...!"
Luo Qinglian felt her vision darken, almost losing her breath.
She had lived for so many years, ruling Bibo City, commanding a powerful presence, yet she had never been rendered speechless by such an excuse?
She took three deep breaths to suppress the impulse to freeze the old rascal into an ice sculpture and shatter him.
She skipped right past this blood pressure-raising topic.
And coldly stared at Hong Qitian:
