Han Qingqiu's black eyes darted around, and she gave a charming smile, quickly following after, leaving Wei Wuming—who wanted to talk to her—feeling frustrated, with no choice but to give up.
"Hey, you rogue, didn't you say you didn't care if I lived or died? Why did you save me then? Do you have a crush on me?"
Han Qingqiu caught up to Ye Qingfeng, teasingly speaking.
"Stop babbling in my ear!"
Ye Qingfeng impatiently waved his hand.
"What happened back then was my fault. By saving you today, let's call it even. Don't bother me with it again!"
As he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished. Han Qingqiu looked around in surprise, but there was no trace of Ye Qingfeng.
A hint of anger appeared on her beautiful face, and she gently stomped her foot.
"You think you can sever ties just like that? Hmph, impossible!"
The next moment, she walked toward the Han Family's direction, like a proud princess with her head held high.
