Mr. Zhan's Little Demon is All Grown up Chapter 83: The Number One Force in North America

Chapter 83: The Number One Force in North America

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Shi Qian looked at Jiang Ci and Huo Fei as they drank. She wanted to drink some. She felt it was not wrong when she thought of the sweet taste.

It was a pity that she was a downer.

Shi Qian rested her chin on her hand, a straw in her mouth. Suddenly, she thought of Baili Xi and wondered if he had any medicine that could make her less sensitive to alcohol.

This way, she could still drink with Master Zhan occasionally in the King’s Garden.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t drink a mouthful of wine when he came out.

She planned to ask Baili Xi on her return to the King’s Garden. She would let him study it if he didn’t have it.

The three left the winery and returned to the courtyard at 10 pm.

The house in the courtyard only had two floors, and the design style was green and natural. There was a living room, a study, and a leisure area. There were a total of six bedrooms, and only three lived there.

The three were on the second floor, and Shi Qian stayed in the middle. The expansive balcony had a view of the lake.

Shi Qian walked to the balcony and sat on the single-seater sofa.

She took out her phone from her pocket and saw an unread message.

From: Murong Jing.

He was one of the three great experts under the leader of North America’s number one faction, the North Luo Sect.

Shi Qian opened the message.

[Murong Jing: Dear A, I’ll be arriving in the capital the day after tomorrow. I want to meet you. You can’t decline to meet me.]

Shi Qian looked at the message and pinched the s.p.a.ce between his eyebrows.

“Why was this guy here again?”

Murong Jing was not only an expert in Beiluo Sect. He was also a top-notch hacker.

The two had once fought in the online world, but they inexplicably became frequent netizens later on.

Last year, Murong Jing came to the capital with the leader of the Beiluo Sect to handle some matters, and they met.

After that, this guy kept trying to poach her to Beiluo Sect.

How could Master Zhan agree?!

Even if Master Zhan agreed, she would not go!

One could say from the evil and arrogant look of the North Luo Sect’s Sect Master he was not as gentle as her Master Zhan.

Shi Qian did not reply. Instead, he sent a video call to Shang Sizhan.

In less than three seconds, the other party picked up.

Shang Sizhan’s handsome face appeared on the screen.

“Master Zhan.” Shi Qian smiled.

“Did you have fun?” Shang Sizhan asked.

“Hmm, it’s not bad. The scenery is quite good. There are also some entertainment facilities.”

“What did you do?”

“I went to the shooting range in the afternoon and the winery in the evening.” Shi Qian replied. After a pause, he immediately continued, “However, I didn’t drink a single mouthful of wine.”

Shang Sizhan smiled. “Yes.”

Shi Qian suddenly remembered her neck as she looked at Shang Sizhan.

“Master Zhan, did you do it on purpose this morning?” She asked after she momentarily hesitated.

“What?” Shang Sizhan knew what she was talking about, but he asked purposefully.

“My neck… Did you leave a bite mark on purpose?”

“That’s right.” Shang Sizhan admitted confidently.

Shi Qian did not know what to say!

“What? You saw it?” Shang Sizhan asked deliberately.

Shi Qian was speechless.

Wasn’t this asking the obvious?

She deliberately bit so far back that she wouldn’t have noticed it if Jiang Ci hadn’t seen her!

“Qian Qian.” A deep voice called out to her.

“Ah! Of course, somebody saw it.” Shi Qian’s tone carried a hint of complaint.

“Isn’t this what you wanted on purpose?”

Shang Sizhan smiled. That was indeed the result he wanted.

“When are you coming back?” He asked.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon.” Shi Qian replied.

Although she would not go to Beiluo Sect, she was still friends with Murong Jing. Since she was in the Imperial Capital, the two had to get together.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up,” Shang Sizhan said.

“What? No need! I can go back by myself.”

“I’ll call you when I arrive in the afternoon.” It was a tone that allowed no rejection..