"Shut up!"
The long-haired girl's cheeks were rosy like the dawn, as she hurriedly covered the grinning class president's mouth.
Xu Xiangyang looked left and right, always feeling that the two of them were hiding something from him.
"...Anyway, the bad guys left in this city are definitely not limited to this group," Lin Xingjie coughed lightly, reminding in as calm a voice as she could muster, "If someone else comes later, it'll be troublesome. Let's quickly ask what we want to know and leave."
"You're right."
Xu Xiangyang nodded, ready to make his way toward his target.
As he walked past Zhu Qingyue, he keenly noticed the fine beads of sweat on her pale neck beneath her lifted jet-black hair roots.
Clearly, she was tired, just like Xing Jie. Dealing with more than a dozen mediums at once was not an easy task even for the class president.
