Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged as he finally spoke softly.
"We've delayed quite a bit, let's hurry to the Zuixian Building to meet Suppressing Martial Brother. He must be getting anxious. Hmm, let's ignore all the trivial matters."
"Hmph."
Zhao Qian'er grunted discontentedly like a little pig:
"That red-clothed wench looked down on you and me... well, it's fine if she looks down on me, but looking down on you is unacceptable. If you hadn't held me back just now, I would have liked to see if those condescending dog eyes of hers are any different from others'. They're just eyes, how come hers could talk?"
Zhao Rong's tone was casual.
"Just look, it's not as if I'm missing a piece of flesh. Maybe she thought your brother Rong'er here is handsome, ugh, it's a bit annoying. Besides, they left so quickly, they must have had urgent matters to attend to. We're not in such a hurry, giving way to them is fine."
