He Qing had gone back and forth around South Gate three or four times, still unable to find that Beauty Slimming Center.
She stood by the roadside, counting the business names one by one: "Lin's Roasted Duck, Bairou Underwear, Chende Law Firm, Deli Stationery..."
No matter how many times she checked, it just wasn't there!
The weather was getting colder. Although she was not particularly concerned thanks to the protective Spiritual Energy in her body, decades of habit were hard to break. For instance, right now, she was wrapped in a thick coat, shivering in the wind like a quail, squandering her good looks and fine figure.
A tall, handsome young man approached the South Gate: "Sister Ahqing, didn't you say you would bring me along to practice? Why did you sneak off by yourself?"
His tone was so aggrieved, it was like that of a petulant child.
