"Zhao Rui, can you handle this?!"
...
While various factions had their eyes on him, Zhao Rui was flying toward Great Shang with Miao Miaomiao and Mo Ling'er to attend King Chonghou's enthronement ceremony.
"Once we're in Great Shang, forget just male models—I can summon any man you want. Celebrities, actors, Martial Dao masters..."
"COUGH! COUGH!"
"Oh, come on, don't be so petty. We're just messing around. Besides, you can take your pick of the maids in my mansion. If you want a celebrity, I can find one for you, too..."
"Ow! I was just kidding! So petty."
Mo Ling'Er rubbed her butt, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"Don't you learn from her! And stay away from her from now on."
Zhao Rui shot Mo Ling'er a glare before turning to give Miao Miaomiao a warning look.
"Hee hee, Ling'Er is just teasing you on purpose."
Miao Miaomiao chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
"It had better be a joke."
Zhao Rui sneered.
