"Boss, the two have run into the fruit farm. There are too many trees around for us to aim, and they move too fast…" The man who reported rambled while he and his colleagues raced to keep up. As he gripped the phone to finish the update, his eyes bulged out of his face with disbelief. "Oh, my God, the weak princess is saving the brave prince! I think I need to set up an appointment with my optician."
There was a momentary silence from the other line before Jennifer's sweet yet dangerous voice came through. "You might need an appointment with the undertaker instead if you don't stop with your nonsense. Please speak in a way that I can understand and only give me info that is valuable, okay?"
Well, it appeared like a weak-looking woman was carrying a man at least twenty kilograms heavier than her in her arms, and she was moving so quickly and nimbly while carrying the heavy load. The girl was almost leaving them in the dust.
