Yin Baiqing said irritably,
"Just look at Sister Sangsang, does she really need to be worried about?"
"She just visited that royal tomb, wasn't it like strolling in the gardens of Prince Niu's Mansion?"
"Besides, Lin Caisang has the blood I gave her. I can't guarantee anything else, but for those traps, they are definitely not a problem."
"Brother Changhong, look at my face, do I look like I'm worried about them?" he asked.
Just by looking at their faces, it's obvious that it's Lin Changhong who has the problem, right?
"It's good that you're not worried," said Lin Changhong.
"I'm just afraid you would worry yourself sick," Yin Baiqing thought for a moment before speaking proactively.
"Brother Changhong, you might as well look in a mirror. Look at your face, it's almost turning grey, and your lips, do they even have any color left? They're so white!"
Hearing this, Lin Changhong secretly rolled his eyes.
