As long as it was on Murong Yan's territory, everyone and everything must obey his commands. Including Leng Wan herself.
Nan Moxin looked enviously at the beautiful white flying car, "Your car runs on air tracks, does it use electricity or oil?"
Murong Yan remained silent.
Is Leng Wan here? How to answer? He couldn't communicate telepathically with Nan Moxin.
He had just used the little colorful rat to dodge Leng Wan's questions and couldn't do anything reckless again.
His prolonged silence made Leng Wan incredibly sad. People outside were already urging her, "Miss Wan, it's time to go."
Leng Wan looked at Murong Yan sadly, making a last desperate struggle, "Yan, we..."
"Go back!"
Murong Yan began to leave, his cold back giving Leng Wan no chance to resist.
Leng Wan wiped her eyes, helplessly boarded the flying car and left.
Nan Moxin followed behind Murong Yan enthusiastically, "Hey, you haven't answered my question yet! Does your flying car use oil or electricity?"
