Without warning, Huan Ling Ji suddenly made her move.
And that seemingly gentle and cute Fifth Miss was not someone to be trifled with either; at the moment her strength burst forth, there was an explosive ferocity akin to a volcanic eruption.
The two struck without warning, instantly demolishing a wall. Right after, amidst the rising dust, they burst out of the wooden building and took their fight to the sky.
Li Qing watched the fiery red and pink figures in the sky, his expression gradually becoming blank.
What the hell, he had just been feeling up a tiger's backside and tickling it with a drumstick...
Could these old ladies hold a grudge and give him trouble later?
God dammit, he had unwittingly entangled himself with such a difficult opponent; it was truly bizarre.
Why on earth would someone capable of fighting Huan Ling Ji to a standstill disguise herself as a maidservant ripe for the picking? This was nothing short of setting a trap.
