"Ungrateful!"
Ayu said coldly.
"Heh, think you can see me whenever you wish? Do you really think I'm worthless?"
Ning Fan's indifferent expression gradually turned devilishly charming, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and finally, he even blew a kiss to Ayu.
Alei's face contorted fiercely, his muscles creaking, his eyes bloodshot. Had it not been for Ayu holding him back, he would have charged forward long ago.
Ayu sighed, not that she didn't want to keep Ning Fan, but his last sentence had already warned them.
If they really tried to stop him, Ning Fan wouldn't hold back this time.
The dismissive look in Ning Fan's eyes just now had alarmed Ayu; even as a killer who had slain many, Ning Fan's gaze had frightened her.
After Ning Fan left, Alei, unwilling to give up, punched the ground, then raised his head to ask Ayu, "What should we do now?"
