"Sister Meng, you don't want people to know about you being a Tiger Slave back then, do you?"
This sentence was already on the tip of Qin Ming's tongue, but he swallowed it back down.
Meng Zhiyu only spoke half a sentence, did she really know something, or was she just trying to deceive him? It's still uncertain.
At the same time, Qin Ming was unsure if the person in front of him was the White Tiger Female Grandmaster.
He suspected that Meng Zhiyu might have overheard something just now since Zhou Tian's double encryption couldn't stop her.
A move without action is better, Qin Ming turned slightly to look at her fair face, without speaking the second half, appearing confident and calm.
"Alright, let's meet alone later," Meng Zhiyu's purple hair fluttered as she elegantly flew forward.
