Chu Ping grabbed him, lowered his voice, and said urgently, "Hold on a bit longer, among the entire Xiuluo Guard, you're the only one who meets my requirements."
Feng Fuce saw Bai Zhi'er laughing continuously, and couldn't help but purse his thin lips, outlining a faint, fleeting smile.
It was indeed a bit funny.
But Chu Ping had begged him in the Xiuluo Guard for three or four days, sliding down to his knees every time he saw him.
Feng Fuce eventually got annoyed and simply agreed.
After all, being a responsible person seemed to have no downside.
Bai Zhi'er laughed until the end, clapped the table with her small hand, then choked on her own saliva, coughing twice.
Her face turned pink, with tears glistening in her watery eyes, making them shine even brighter.
Feng Fuce poured a cup of tea and brought it over: "Take it easy."
Bai Zhi'er patted her chest with her small hand.
