"No matter whether it's a dead end or not, judging from Song Mingchuan's attitude, it's very likely that the King has never won the final battle. Otherwise, he and Chu Huaijin wouldn't need to do this," Yan Qingwen said seriously, "I suspect there's something wrong with the final battle."
Du Lai and Fu Miaoxue looked at each other.
"Anyway, we have to go to Beijing..." Fu Miaoxue muttered, "then when we get there, we'll just tell them."
Yan Qingwen turned and left, "I'm going back to pack my bags."
Watching Yan Qingwen walk away, Fu Miaoxue pouted, "Never thought that Bai Youwei, that guy, really cares about her friends."
Du Lai smiled, "Why, are you jealous?"
"Jealous of her?" Fu Miaoxue rolled her eyes, "I don't care about that! I heard that the two guys from Thailand who were with her left. See, having many friends isn't necessarily a good thing, always facing departures and even betrayals."
Du Lai cupped her face and kissed her lightly, smiling, "We will never part."
