The next morning, as the Chaoyang illuminated the curtains, a satisfied Wenren Meiqiao propped her head with her hand, reluctantly looking at Shen Qiang beside her, and said, "No wonder that Song Yulong had a fragrance on him; turns out it was that woman from the Mirage pretending to be him."
Shen Qiang smiled, "As long as you know. She did it to help me, so you'd better not have any ideas. Although I don't know much about the Mirage, I can sense that the Power behind the Mirage is not simple."
Wenren Meiqiao raised an eyebrow and then sighed as she poked Shen Qiang's forehead with her slender jade finger, "You bastard, you've gotten me into big trouble, and now you're even lecturing me. Medicine King Valley will definitely not let this go easily, and we still don't know how to resolve this."
