The first day of the Phoenix Meeting was supposed to be a charming tale of the first meeting of heavenly talents and beautiful ladies, but it was thoroughly messed up by someone arrogant.
On the Struggle Platform, Zhao Sheng with a spear in hand, compelled all the talents to bow their heads!
...
"Miaozhen, these people are too weak, they fell down before I even exerted myself."
Just after stepping down from the Struggle Platform, Zhao Sheng immediately approached Dong Miaozhen, smiling at his beloved with feigned dissatisfaction.
Dong Miaozhen's right hand quietly clutched her skirt, her pretty eyes fixed on the frivolous and lazy rogue's face in front of her, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"Taoist Zhao, please call me Miss Dong, or Miss Dong," she bit her lower lip, her tone unusually cold.
"Alright, Miaozhen!" Zhao Sheng nodded very earnestly.
Humph!
Seeing this, Dong Miaozhen couldn't help but snort angrily in response.
