บท 175: Preparation

"You filthy, filthy child!" Freya's voice roared in his conscience, but Leng San did not care.

Kung Wuya, or rather, the scarred-face young man, heard a fuss, so he came to see, and he found his man lying unconsciously with his face in a pile of rotten vegetables at a vegetable store.

"Who did it!?" Kung Wuya roared loudly.

Leng San, who was synchronizing his sweet eyes with those of Su Ning-er, immediately frowned. Leng San released Su Ning-er from his arms and whispered something in her ears that made her turn redder. She walked into the store half-consciously before turning back to smile shyly and say softly, "I hope the young master won't let me wait long..." She went to the back of the store.