The Shadow Guard's words left Lian Bingcheng extremely impatient; it was the same response as always, not a single word changed, not even a pretense of civility.
If this matter weren't so critical, that he couldn't reveal it carelessly, he really wanted to...
But no matter what he might wish, the Shadow Guard was unlikely to heed his commands.
He muttered under his breath angrily, wondering where that fat man had gone off to; right now, he was desperately wanting that fat man...
When it came to Hu Miaomiao, one couldn't help but mention his current situation.
In recent days, he had felt stifled with frustration, with no outlet to vent, and his usually gentle smile had taken on shades of gloom.
For some reason, he'd had the urge to sneeze for the past couple of days, but he managed to suppress it each time.
