"Haha, Hong Dali, I'm sure you are familiar with this beautiful lady." Silver Hair lifted Jiang Qianxue's face with his finger and smiled. "Galaxy Aristocrat, Miss Jiang Qianxue. En, I heard that both of you are rather close. Hence, you can rest assured that our people have not touched Miss Qianxue. Of course, I'm sure you understand what I mean."
Hong Dali clenched his fists furiously, his nails dug into his palms.
Jiang Qianxue had taken such good care of him when they were in the Milky Way Alliance. In Jiang Qianxue's words, Hong Dali was the only good friend she could talk to.
The only one.
Now, Jiang Qianxue was in their hands…