Chi Jinghong stared at Feng Lin, pondering for a long time before asking indifferently, "Are you expecting me to send a master to accompany you?"
Feng Lin was taken aback—how come this woman became so smart when it came to serious matters?
He shook his head, "You're overthinking it. I'm a man who stands tall on my own! That's how I've always done things over the years."
"Don't worry, I won't let you die," Chi Jinghong said lightly.
Feng Lin's heart leaped with joy. Could it be that Chi Jinghong was preparing to send a master?
"So from now on, I won't let you leave my sight. That way, you won't be going to your death," she said.
After saying this, Chi Jinghong leaped to a higher place.
"Damn it."
Feng Lin cursed silently to himself. It seemed that Chi Jinghong's experience only lacked in the matters between men and women.
But in other matters, she was definitely a clever person.
He lay on the grass, covering his eyes.
