Han Girl? Han Ming felt a bit unhappy, I'm the Golden Patrol, and you call me Han Girl?
What else then?
Should I call you wife?
"..."
"Hello, President Yuchi, I came to Xufu Town mainly for two things." Han Ming didn't dare to talk much with Yuchi.
The people from the Defense Department had all warned her in advance, not to chat casually with Yuchi.
Try to talk about business matters, otherwise, it's very easy to get pulled down directly.
This young man is toxic!
"What do you want to say?" Yuchi was more amused at this kind of woman, estimating she'd cry from one punch.
"First, do you know Cloud Descending Sect?" Han Ming supported her knee, her face handsome, her body dignified.
Cloud Descending Sect? Yuchi shook his head, smiled, and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, naturally unaware of many sect matters."
Starting to be humble.
