As if at a loss for words, Xue Ning was silently transfixed in Wan Lie's arms.
The shock and dizziness that had hit her head earlier made the girl look dazed for a moment.
"If you're tired, don't talk too much. Tsk just bothers me," said Wan Lie suddenly.
"I never asked you to help me," Xue Ning replied then closed her eyes after glaring sharply at the young man.
Wan Lie didn't respond to the girl. His steps were slightly quick, towards Elder Chen's residence.
It only took a few minutes, and the two of them had already seen the old man's residence, Wan Lie quickened his pace even more without letting Xue Ning off his arm.
Being a few meters away from Elder Chen's residence, it was quiet.
Suddenly the door of the two-story building opened, a figure in a gray robe came out from there.
His short body with completely white hair became a crown on his head.
Seeing that figure, Wan Lie immediately knew who the short old man was.