I Don't Want This Gift!

It was June 2nd on Wednesday in the sixth week of the semester.

After a busy night yesterday, Wang Ling had thought about a lot of things.

Song Qingshu had used a lead on the maker of the stone ghost mask as a bargaining chip in order to forcefully hug their thighs. Wang Ling really loathed this type of behavior because he always felt it would be very troublesome.

In fact, he had been opposed to it from the very beginning.

However, his eyelid warning had persistently reminded him that if he dismissed this issue, even bigger problems would arise.

Hence, everything he had done in the end was just out of sheer helplessness.

Whether he accepted the situation or not, either option was troublesome. Given this was the case, the only choice Wang Ling had was to cut his losses in order to prevent the situation from becoming worse.

And the other thing was this Immortal Mansion…