Sheng Yang held onto Gao Feng's shoulders and pushed him back. "You'll only be a burden if you go."
Wang Changqing gradually understood Sheng Yang's character.
Sigh, this little girl was good at everything except talking nicely.
Sheng Yang walked to the door with Lemon standing on the other side. She took a glimpse through the peephole and saw that there was no one there.
She raised her eyebrows and opened the door.
A handsome figure embraced her in an instant. The knife in her hand had just been drawn out when the person accurately grasped the handle.
She glanced up, her eyes wavering.
"Ah, you really aren't dead!" Lemon shouted.
Hearing the commotion, the others rushed over. The moment Gao Feng saw Yi Juncheng, he couldn't stop crying. "Master…"
He couldn't even speak properly.
