The two were in the conference hall, deep in conversation; from Pan Hao's expression, he seemed somewhat shocked?
Wang Hao was a bit puzzled.
"How did these two get mixed up together? A chance encounter?"
"And this Feng Ling, she hasn't become one of my game characters, which isn't quite right."
That was certainly strange.
She was young and pretty, and flat-chested to boot; how come she hadn't turned into a game character? Given the game developers' usual practice to prevent censorship, all the important female characters tended to be flat-chested.
All of a sudden!
Wang Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he widened his eyes!
He saw, for a split second in the CG animation, a faint wisp of fog emanate from the top of Feng Ling's head as Pan Hao turned around.
This patch of black fog seemed to have a wisdom of its own, cautiously sensing the world around it.
Yet Feng Ling herself was completely unaware.
He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his blood pressure rising.
