Sang Yanqing remained silent.
She did not believe anything she just said.
"What's the deal with this Zuo family?" Yuejian furrowed her brows, "Your family after you borrowed a body to return to life?"
"No," Si Fuqing explained succinctly, "but rest assured, I've already taken care of it. We can make our move now."
"Stealing your luck?" Yuejian's expression turned icy, her face murderous, "I'll go take care of her right now."
"Stop, stop, stop, Third Senior Sister, this isn't the Free State or the Western Continent." Si Fuqing held her back, "If the Supernatural Management Bureau shows up, I can't just drive off with you."
Yuejian was unimpressed, "Better to die than to be driven around by you."
"That's an exaggeration," Si Fuqing sighed, "I haven't touched a steering wheel since I woke up. I wonder if my boss did it on purpose; he never lets me touch the car."
As they were speaking, a message popped up on the computer.
