'Could the intel be wrong?'
'Hadn't Gao Xiaomeng made it perfectly clear? The Fourth Prince of the Blood Race was supposed to be on a date with Wu Dingxiang, and Mu Feifei was just there as a representative of the Celestial Race to accompany them.'
'But now, it seemed this Fourth Prince had his priorities all mixed up, hadn't he?'
Questions flooded Gao Neng's mind.
But under the circumstances, he couldn't exactly get hostile or start questioning things. He could only let the Fourth Prince escort him to his room's door.
"Thank you for escorting me, Fourth Prince." Gao Neng waved his hand, pretended to be dizzy, and casually stumbled toward the room.
"Careful!" A strong arm immediately caught Gao Neng by the waist.
Then, Gao Neng felt as if he were facing a gale. In an instant, his body was twisted 360 degrees and swept into an embrace like a whirlwind.
"..." Gao Neng was speechless.
'Son of a bitch.'
'Isn't this position a little weird?'
Gao Neng tilted his head back.
