"So it wasn't meant for me?"
Wen Zhixing seemed to react, stepping back and revealing an awkward smile. Murong Fenghua's right eyelid twitched uncontrollably. This retreat-as-advance tactic caught her completely off guard. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and said, "Wang, the pearl is indeed for you."
"Junior Sister, is that really so?" Wen Zhixing was instantly overjoyed and scurried forward again.
He had actually just spoken off the cuff. As long as Murong Fenghua didn't realize he had blown his cover, it was all good.
"Of course, it's true." Murong Fenghua forced a smile, her complexion somewhat unnatural, and said, "This item is something I came across by chance. I never knew its use until it suddenly activated just now, giving me quite a scare."
"So that's what happened." Wen Zhixing clapped his hands together, appearing enlightened. "If this item is uncontrollable, it's indeed a bit dangerous."
