Yan Zhengling's eyes were filled with tears and she was very aggrieved, "Why are you scolding me?"

It was obviously his fault. When he was a child, he would hold her hand wherever she went, which gave her a bad habit of not needing to remember directions.

Now you come to dislike her?

Zhan Hanjue was a little confused. Why was he crying again?

"Tell me now, how should we go?" His voice softened inexplicably.

Yan Zhengling said with some guilt: "If I told you that I was lost, would you believe it?"

Of course Zhan Hanjue didn't believe it - but seeing Yan Zhengling's cute face, he had to believe it.

Yan Zhengling defended herself in a low voice, "Women have a weak sense of direction."

Zhan Hanjue shouted back angrily, "But you are not an ordinary woman!"

Yan Zhengling: "..."

Yan Zhengling was so beaten by him that she was completely helpless.

A joyful smile bloomed on Yan Zhengling's face, "Brother Ah Yue, I know I am a unique woman in your eyes."

Lord Zhan Han said: "In my eyes, you are a fighter among women. You can do anything. But when you are mentally retarded, you are no different from those idiot women."

The roads are getting darker and darker, and there are fewer people around.

After Zhan Hanjue left for a while, he felt something was wrong.

In order to prove that she was not a retard in his eyes, she pointed to a dark path domineeringly: "Go this way."

Zhan Hanjue thought she remembered the way home, so he followed her silently without asking any questions.

The word "again" instantly made Yan Zhengling feel awkward and pretentious.

"That's right, it's right here."

The buildings around here are getting more and more dilapidated. With the status of this female devil, she shouldn't live in a slum.

"Hey, did you go to the wrong place again?" Zhan Hanjue asked suspiciously.

Yan Zhengling realized that he had indeed made the wrong move.

But she wanted to save face and refused to admit it, "Yes, I lived here before I became rich."

"You live in such a shabby place?" Zhan Hanjue reminded her.

Yan Zhengling looked around. There were low buildings everywhere. This should be a slum that has not been renovated in the imperial capital, right?

Suddenly, a group of dark figures emerged from the surrounding shelters. They held knives in their hands and approached Yan Zhengling and Zhan Hanjue fiercely.

Lord Zhan Han protected Yan Zhengling behind him.

Zhan Hanjue was stunned. This female devil was born in a slum?

This is in great conflict with her natural elegance!

Zhan Hanjue said angrily: "Didn't you say that you are a weak little woman and need someone to protect you?"

Yan Zhengling: "Uh!"

The eagle's eyes were bright as he looked at the group of robbers.

Yan Zhengling led the wrong way, felt a little guilty, and said timidly, "Brother Ah Yue, should I deal with them?"

The group of robbers said in a scary voice: "Hand over the valuables you have on you."

Yan Zhengling looked at Zhan Hanjue and asked tremblingly: "Do you want to hand it over?"

She just said that because she wanted him to give her away.

How could she, a master who has punched eight black belts in Taekwondo, be weak and incompetent?

Zhan Hanjue's eyes fell on her limited edition handbag, which had diamond-encrusted sunflower flowers on it, and his expression was a little ugly.

"In the future, you should keep a low profile and don't show off your wealth."
Chapter completed!