The confucian scholar, the cook and the rest ran madly behind them, and were stupefied as they watched the rushing Lady Boss being carried. However, that wasn’t what shocked them the most.
It wasn’t because Miao Yi suddenly embraced the Lady Boss as he ran, they were shocked to observe that his palm happened to be clutching tightly onto one side of the Lady Boss’s plump bosom, while the other hand, which gripped onto the spear, was propped up against her perky buttocks.
The sight left them in complete disarray. The expressions on their faces twitched incessantly, and they seemed to forget themselves as they ran at a speed not typical for an ordinary person, actually keeping pace with the speed at which Miao Yi was running in.
