Hall of Holy Girl, Fenglei Holy Sect.

“Ling San, hasn’t Her Highness finished her practice yet?”

In the side hall, Xue Zhen held the food box and asked complainingly.

“No.”

Ling Li opened his eyes and answered. He was really not interested in talking to Xue Zhen, but his identity at the moment could not prevent anyone from entering the side hall.

“The pastries I made by myself are to be wasted again! Her ...