Zijun felt the impulse to send a "farewell" to Su Sheng. What time was it, and he still wanted to practice swordsmanship? Couldn't he just go home?
Now that they were at someone else's house, when Su Sheng was not online, she really did not know what to talk about, especially since Zeng Ni had also been called upstairs, and must be kept free from disturbances to maintain her state of readiness for college entrance exams.
Suddenly, Su Sheng threw away the folding fan in his hand and stretched out his fingers as if to grab something.
"He is emitting Vigorous Qi. What is he trying to do?"
Lan Yuling immediately protected Zijun, as for the elder from the Wu Family, there was no need to worry about him; he could manage on his own.
"Ding-dong-ding!"
It was not the sound of a phone ringing, but rather the metallic items in the living room trembling and clanging incessantly.
"Clang, clang!"
