Lan Mengling added, "Regarding Dingdang, I'm sorry, but she has nothing to do with your Xue Family. She has no desire to leave me and go anywhere."
"In fact, I'd advise you to stop pestering us. Otherwise, the Xue Family might just cease to exist in this world."
"Enough. I don't have time to waste with you. Retreat three thousand li, or the boy in my hand will die..."
"You!" Xue Shiyin was furious.
At that moment, Shen Lang brought his palms together, chanted a Buddhist phrase, and turned his head. "Amitabha. Madam, could you please put this poor monk down before we talk? My cultivation has already been sealed by you, so why are you still holding me by the collar... like a dead dog? I have my dignity, you know."
The smile on Lan Mengling's face froze. She hadn't expected the man in her grasp to be so bizarre.
She subconsciously glanced at Shen Lang and was taken aback to see him scrutinizing her.
In all these years, no man had ever dared to get so close to her.
