"In short, things are not like what you think."
After stopping Wang Lu through powerful means, using both hard and soft tactics to urge him to return back to Sacred Leaf residence, Zhan Ziye finally said those words after pondering for a long time.
However, upon listening to this, Wang Lu pondered and said with a frown, "Things are not like what I think?"
Sacred Leaf Shaman had already put on her clothes, yet she still had a somewhat crimson face. She strenuously said in a soft voice, "I know that it's easy to misunderstand that scene, but things are really not like what you think!"
A bit surprised, Wang Lu looked at Shaman. "Even you said so?"
