"It's time to set out, I advise you not to play any tricks, otherwise Xu Zhi Rou's life can't be guaranteed."
As Lin Fan was still pondering,
Beitiao Qian Naizi had already started to urge him.
The longer the night, the more dreams one has; she had to get what she wanted as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, everything from now on, I leave to my wife."
Lin Fan said with a smile, wrapping his arm around Ning Mengyao's waist.
She was now impersonating the Banshan Taoist.
"What... should I do?"
Leaning against Lin Fan, Ning Mengyao was quite nervous.
She didn't even know who Zhao Jiaqi was,
let alone know what she should do.
"Don't worry, just mutter your favorite songs softly, the more indistinct the better, so that no one can understand them. I'll take care of everything else!"
After Lin Fan finished speaking, he reached out and grasped Xu Zhi Rou's arm.
