The air fell into an eerie silence.
Lu Sirong's expression was stiff, her face a spectrum of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, like an overturned palette—truly a splendid array.
"Boss V587." Cocoa Sauce gave her a thumbs up, unable to suppress the smirk tugging at her lips.
Indeed, ten words to empty an opponent's health bar and extinguish their arrogance—truly worthy of the Boss.
She was completely convinced.
Lu Fengxuan didn't know how she had blurted out "Lu Sirong and dogs, not allowed inside" but seeing Lu Sirong's vivid facial expression brought secret pleasure to her heart.
With the praise from Cocoa Sauce, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips upward; it froze halfway.
Yu Chiyin had appeared at some point to the left, only a dozen steps away, his deep, unfathomable eyes staring straight at her.
"Uh," the schadenfreude Lu Fengxuan felt secretively tucked itself away.
