Half an hour later.
Zhang Xiaohao walked out of the room calmly.
"Ah! Honey, why did you come out just now? He didn't do that to you, did he?" Zhao Ling'er asked anxiously.
"Don't talk nonsense! Am I that kind of person?" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
"Hehe," Zhao Ling'er chuckled dryly.
"By the way, honey, did he pay the bet we made?"
"Where do you get so many questions? Shut up and follow me," Zhang Xiaohao ordered, his face taut.
With that, he walked towards the outside.
"Humph! If you won't tell, then don't, acting as if I care so much," Zhao Ling'er said, pouting her sexy and charming lips.
"Alright, Ling'er, let's go," Zhou Yating said.
She took Zhao Ling'er's hand and headed towards the outside.
After Zhang Xiaohao and the two ladies had left, a fierce glint flashed in Murong Baiyun's eyes as he stared menacingly at the sky.
