The little guy secretly noted down their identities.
It was almost time for the auction to start, and many guests were rushing back to the main courtyard.
Feng Fuce intended to settle Lu Wang, but when he turned around, he found that Bai Zhi'er hadn't left yet.
The little one stood with her hands behind her back, smiling as she looked at the two of them.
Feng Fuce looked down at her: "You're not leaving?"
Bai Zhi'er gave a sweet smile: "I haven't thanked this little brother who helped us yet!"
She was referring to Lu Wang.
At this moment, Lu Wang was standing behind Feng Fuce, with deep eyes full of scrutiny.
He probably understood now.
The mortal girl the Demon Lord spoke of must be this Princess!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have such patience when speaking to her.
Thinking of the Demon Lord having to reveal his identity for this girl, Lu Wang clenched his fists, his face unfriendly.
Bai Zhi'er walked over to Lu Wang with her little steps, tapping her feet as she went.
