Either.
This is a person with a mesmerizing appearance but actually a mental disorder.
Or.
Everything she said was true.
Former or latter?
Regardless of which possibility, it seems like... this place is not suitable to linger.
Deng Yanghui quietly put down his crossed legs. Anyway, he had already decided to live like a monk, and there was no need to suppress himself. Just as he was about to leave, he heard—
"But you don't need to rush. He might not come that soon."
"Why?"
Although Deng Yanghui shouldn't have continued the conversation at this moment, he still blurted it out. Even while managing hundreds of hosts, he silently fell into the other party's rhythm.
"Because I didn't tell him."
Miss Fujiwara gave a bewitching smile, laced with a hint of playfulness, "I want to give him a surprise."
Deng Yanghui's mouth twitched, his mind failing to keep up, and the urge to escape grew stronger!
No one wants to provoke a lunatic.
