Shangguan's boy felt truly heartsick witnessing shameless lovebirds flirting right in front of him. Of course, what really made him grind his teeth with intense hatred was that shameless guy who just wouldn't leave his phone alone—the Lord of Demon City, Xuanyuan Wuji himself.
Who told him to incessantly play with his phone? Shangguan Zifeng's eyes blazed as he glared at the device in his hands, wishing he could smash it into smithereens. Damn bear, betraying your old master, acting as matchmaker, cursing, you bear, ganging up with others to bully me.
"Brother Zifeng, why haven't you started the car yet? We have a lot to do today."
The Empress had no idea why Shangguan Zifeng just silently fixated on his phone, showing no sign of movement. She voiced a reminder to the brooding young man.
