Then, on the way back, Wang Feng's smile never dimmed.
Having left with one expression and returned with another, everyone in Wang Feng's dorm was genuinely convinced that the guy was sick, and not just a little sick—he was at death's door, beyond cure!
Back in the border defense hall, seeing Ling Xi, Han Xiaoxu finally couldn't help but ask.
"Ling Xi, the beautiful, what exactly did Wang Feng say to you?" Why was he so excited when he left?
"I promised him that if he wants to join us over the weekend, he can train with us." Gently tugging on the Wolf King's ear, Ling Xi answered indifferently.
That person, like Xiaoxu, was just as persistent, but not in an annoying way.
"Why?" In Luo Bingbing's cool voice, there was a hint of puzzlement; based on her understanding over this long period, Ling Xi was not the type to meddle unnecessarily, even though that man was quite persistent—so much so that even she came to admire him.
