"Where am I going? Why should I tell you?" Zhuang Mengdie was still angry at the moment. She said as she walked without looking back.
"If you hadn't told me, would you have gone to find your little lover?" The old man in grey didn't seem to be angry with her attitude, but continued to follow her words.
"I'm not? Who would like to find that little devil?" Zhuang Mengdie only thought about Pan Qingcang at this time. After listening to him, she said it without hesitation. After that, she found that she had been tricked by him again, so she became even angrier and wanted to get rid of the old man.
"Well, I guessed right. Unfortunately, your little lover will die soon. I am afraid that you will never see him again." The old man in grey saw that she seemed to be really angry, so he quickened
