"Shen Ying!" Lonemoon glared at her, you better not be recklessly kind-hearted now.
"Um… I just wanted to point out that, you missed out one." Shen Ying took a bite of her fruit, then pointed towards Zhi Lin at the side.
Zhi Lin's face paled instantly, wearing a complete look of disbelief. "Sister Shen…" Tears welled up in her eyes, looking full of grievance like she could start crying anytime.
"Actually…" Shen Ying cocked her head to a side, still exhibiting a languid attitude, her eyes narrowed. "I am quite fond of white lotus
Lonemoon's brows knitted together. "Fatty, bring her down together!"
"Yes, Master." Fatty could only turn back to drag her.
