On the edge of a cliff, a young woman with an icy demeanor looked on at Yang Zhen and his scoundrel cat with an amused expression, as if she was holding back laughter.
Yang Zhen hurriedly clung to the edge of the cliff and grimaced.
So what if she's aloof? Don't be so unserious, and if you want to laugh, just laugh. Isn't it uncomfortable holding it in?
Seeing the aloof young lady slowly draw her long sword, Yang Zhen quickly glared at the scoundrel cat and said, "You idiot, what have you done? What do you mean by 'causing trouble'?"
Scoundrel Cat: "???"
Yang Zhen didn't care what expression was on the cat's face; if a sword were to strike down, wouldn't they both fall down and crash into pieces?
"It was you who mentioned causing trouble just now, and you even said you'd do it however you wanted."
