"How did you get here so quickly?" The two wandered hand in hand along the streets of Gusu City.
"Of course, I had to. A man has to be quick when it's time to be quick, or what's my private jet for?" Zhang Menglong said, exaggerating.
"Pah! You rascal, not this again!" Lu Yiyao glared at him, "How did you know what happened here? Did Qian Qian and the others tell you?"
"It's telepathy," Zhang Menglong quipped, "The moment you're in danger, I'll know right away. Otherwise, how do you think I got here so fast? Why didn't you tell me when such a thing happened?"
"Isn't it because I didn't want to worry you?"
"So if you don't tell me, I won't worry?" Zhang Menglong said, "What if you got hurt? Where would I go to find another Lu Yiyao?"
"There won't be another Lu Yiyao, but there are plenty of internet celebrities, stars, and even European royalty and nobility, right?" Lu Yiyao said with a smile.