Xuan Lincheng was determined to stay, no matter what method she had to use.
Tianjin saw Xuan Lincheng being stubborn, and she suddenly felt something just explode in her heart.
Her face abruptly turned grave. Her eyes turned chilling cold without emotion inside.
'I'm still busy with this aphrodisiac, and I have to deal with this girl too?! Master should have fired her earlier!!'
"We don't need your help! Just go–"
"Tianjin." Zhao Yang clutched his chest and slowly took off his long white coat. The cloak fluttered in the air before softly falling to the floor.
Right after the cloak was gone, one could see Zhao Yang's tight black t-shirt that he wore beneath the cloak.
Beads of sweat trickled down the man's hair, dripping to his long sleeves t-shirt.
"Leave her. You help me." Zhao Yang crooked his finger and called Tianjin to come closer.
His voice sounded so hoarse, just like a sick person. His face was bright red, and sweat already drenched his back.
! Master!
