In the darkness, a light laughter sounded, followed by the living room lights coming on.
"Xiaoqi, your senses are still so sharp." Allen sat on the sofa, legs crossed, exuding an air of leisure.
Shen Qinglan's face was cold as she looked at Allen, "What are you doing here?"
"I don't want to do anything, just wanted to see how you are," said Allen, his eyes sweeping over Shen Qinglan's form, "Clearly King that waste couldn't get the better of you, which makes sense. If King had hurt you, I would have doubted if you were still the Xiaoqi I personally trained."
Shen Qinglan gazed at the man before her, unable to fathom his intentions, pursed her lips, and stood there without speaking.
"Xiaoqi, I have no ill intentions towards you. I just purely came to see you, have you considered my proposal last time?" Allen asked with a light laugh.
Shen Qinglan's eyes darkened slightly as she spoke indifferently, "I reject all of your proposals."
