Just when Lan Ling was about to make a move and at least knock some sense into that stinky old man Xia Qingcheng—well, okay, he was actually a hot older guy, but seriously, this was no time to be picky—if he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose his mind!
So Lan Ling didn't hesitate at all and swung a punch straight at Xia Qingcheng, but Xia Qingcheng dodged it with ridiculous ease and said helplessly, "He won't die. Don't get worked up."
Lan Ling's eyes instantly burst with surprise and joy: "What did you say? Hey, say it clearly, is that true? Really? Say something!"
Lan Ling stopped hitting and went straight up to grab Xia Qingcheng's sleeve, staring at Him with puppy eyes, looking like if Xia Qingcheng so much as said "no," he'd leap up and bite Him to death just like Youyou!
Xia Qingcheng…
"He won't die." He confirmed once more.
Lan Ling was so worked up he was about to burst into tears: "Old man, you finally said something human!"
