An extremely bad feeling spread in Huo Zhao's heart. He subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but Su Baohua's speed was shockingly fast, and she had already arrived in front of Yu Linlang like a gust of wind.
"Ah… Princess." Yu Linlang seemed to be in shock. She curled up in her seat and frowned, looking weak and at a loss.
"Little b*tch, why are you pretending to be pitiful?" Su Baohua took off the wig wrapped around her chest and bounced on her feet. As she jumped around Yu Linlang, she waved the wig in her hand and stomped her feet while shouting, "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
Yu Linlang looked at Su Baohua helplessly, her sparkling eyes filled with confusion and fear. It was as if tears would fall from her eyes if she blinked her eyelashes gently.
When Shen Yaowei saw that everyone around her was sighing at Yu Linlang's pitiful appearance, the cold smile in her eyes deepened.
