Lin Chuan murmured softly.
The Little Landlady swallowed a gulp, "Kill someone, set a fire?"
Lin Chuan gave a sheepish smile, "With the mood and the setting, I couldn't help but say it."
Sigh—
The Little Landlady took a deep breath and then headed back to her room, "I'm going to change clothes and go with you."
"Go where?"
Lin Chuan frowned slightly.
"Aren't you planning to take action? I've practiced fighting for a long time, I'm not the weakling I used to be. I can totally help and fight alongside you against that Yu Qin!" The Little Landlady pumped herself up.
"There's no need to go out," Lin Chuan shook his head.
"How can we take action if we don't go out?" The Little Landlady was a bit confused, looking intently at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan pulled the Little Landlady back to the sofa.
Then he picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened the contacts list, scrolled to the number listed as 'Shen Qianqian,' a private number, and pressed dial.
Beep, beep, beep.