Yes, Ling Chuxi believed these words. Second young master Jing was, by nature, a person who would stir up trouble out of nothing. It was not easy for him to stop for such a long time. He had probably revealed his dandy nature the last time he caused a scene. If he was any more idle, he would really get sick.
"But I've been too busy with business recently. I really can't spare any manpower." Everyone had a dark side to them. After ruining the scene once, Ling Chuxi also felt that the feeling was not bad. She was quite moved by Jing Ziyu's suggestion, but she really could not handle it.
"My Lord, why don't you let me go?" Meng Zheng, who was standing behind Ling Chuxi like a shadow, suddenly said.
"You?" Ling Chuxi looked at Meng Zheng in confusion.
"My Lord, you've forgotten that I'm also a member of an aristocratic family of refining." As Meng Zheng spoke, he unleashed a streak of true fire and performed a series of hand seals.
