"You ... You ... Why are you here again?" Liang Zuwei looked as if he had seen a ghost. He stuttered so much that he could not even say a word of congratulations. The finger he was pointing at Ling Chuxi with was also constantly trembling.
"That's me, master Liang. We're really fated." Said Ling Chuxi with a smile on her face.
"Bang!" The Dragon head walking stick in Liang Zuwei's hand fell to the ground.
Before anyone could react to what was going on, Liang Zuwei started running. In the blink of an eye, he was already a thousand feet away. His legs moved alternately as if he was on a firestorm wheel. He was so fast that it dazzled the eyes. A cloud of dust rolled up behind him, leaving him in the dust!
Fate? fate my ass. If possible, Liang Zuwei would rather not have any fate with Ling Chuxi at all.
