Ji Changsheng left with a cold laugh.
Leaving Yu Qingqing on the spot, trembling with anger.
Even though it was all an act.
But why did it sound more and more like he wasn't acting?
Ji Changsheng had no idea what Yu Qingqing was really thinking.
It didn't matter.
The drama with Yu Qingqing was almost over; it was now time to take care of the crowd outside.
However, Ji Changsheng didn't immediately deal with the two devil sect witches.
Because he noticed that Crown Prince Jiao had knelt on the ground again.
This gave Ji Changsheng a start and he quickly helped Crown Prince Jiao up: "Brother Jiao, we hit it off right away, there's no need for such formalities."
Crown Prince Jiao, looking at the ashen-faced Yu Qingqing, saw a cautionary tale.
He immediately distanced himself from Yu Qingqing: "Brother Ji, This is the first time I've met Yu Qingqing. We're not familiar."
They weren't familiar at all.
Even if they were, he had to pretend they weren't.