"What did you say, they aren't from the Red Cloak Team?"
Fang Hong was quite surprised to hear this sentence.
After the combat ended, the first to find him was that round-faced adorable foreign girl—specifically, a French young lady, with an ID casually named "Tianlan's Fantasy," resembling her dreamy deep blue eyes, her long eyelashes blinking.
She curiously looked at Fang Hong—
Her gaze was so bold and direct that it greatly embarrassed Fang Hong, who didn't know where to look.
"Pfft—" The young lady, seeing his embarrassed look, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She was wearing a bubble-sleeved white blouse, her waist cinched tightly with a shiny leather corset, her ample bosom nearly bursting out, below that was a brown-red checkered skirt and high boots. She wasn't very old, with a face that was not typically beautiful but very charming, dotted with a few light freckles, her cheeks flushed red like apples.
