Change Your Bad Temper

She looked at Zhao Qiyan who was in front of her with a face full of distress.

"Miss Zhi Lan, don't, don't misunderstand."

But he could not say anything else. After all, he had been following him, and only after seeing Zhi Lan smile at Mo Zhu that he finally caught Zhi Lan. It could be said that he had gotten himself into trouble.

"Heh, could it be that the dignified Great General Zhao wants to deny it in front of a weak girl like me?"

Seeing that the more Zhi Lan spoke, the more unpleasant the sound became, and Zhao Qiyan's face became more and more unsightly, as though he was forced to do so and as if he had never been humiliated like this before, the fists in his hands slowly tightened.

Zhi Lan was also a martial artist, so she naturally knew what Zhao Qiyan was thinking at the moment, and the anger in her heart could not help but increase.