Miss Scream always has two faces. If it were Qinghan who said it, she'd at most make a scene, but since it was Wen Jing who said it, her aristocratic temper immediately surfaced.
The two were exchanging words with relish, and Shunfeng watched anxiously from the side. His weak attempts to say 'stop arguing' were quickly drowned out by their squabbling.
"Wen Jing, you carry Little Fu and protect her. I'll distract those insects." Qinghan never cared about their quarrels; he only spoke about serious matters.
"Professor Chen, be careful. We'll wait for you at the tunnel entrance." Shunfeng frowned deeply and handed the Vajra Umbrella to Qinghan.
It was only later that I learned the umbrella was the only piece of equipment on Shunfeng that had been passed down in his family.
This umbrella was the only proof of his family's connection to a tomb-robbing sect and was a token given to them by others.
