Ou Zun's face was pitch black, icy cold, with roaring flames in his frosty gaze.
"You go home first. We'll talk tomorrow at the company."
Ou Zun then took off his coat, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and went upstairs. It seemed like he was ready for a showdown!
Lu Lingxi quickly came back to her senses and dragged the still dazed Qin Shen, fleeing in a hurry.
Qin Shen's gaze stayed fixed on the higher floor, his heart contracted sharply at the sound of a voice.
Impossible!
Too similar!
Qin Shen forcefully dispelled the impossible thought that suddenly popped into his head and smacked his forehead hard.
"No way, no way!"
He knew who the floral demon was, he knew the song that the floral demon sang. That person was the floral demon, and that person really did exist.
Just a moment ago, he thought Mù Qiānxún's voice sounded similar. It was just a coincidence!
It was purely a coincidence!
It was just a resemblance, he had misheard.
