Both the teacher and the student were smart people. It was impossible for Beiting Huang not to sense Nan Ling's thoughts. She took two steps forward, reached out, and buried her head in Nan Ling's arms. She rubbed her head against Nan Ling twice like a child before looking up. "Teacher Nan Ling, thank you!"
He was just like a child acting cute in front of his parents. Yan Ye was leaning against the wall and hiding in an air-transportation spiritual artifact. He was sitting on a recliner on the balcony. His hand was on the handle of the recliner. When he exerted force, a piece of the handle of the recliner shattered.
