C1674 His Mischievous Nature.

Ming Jiutian knew that perhaps the words he said just now were indeed a slip of the tongue, but it was undoubtedly a stab to Feng Xiaoxiao's heart.

It was already too late to explain anything now, so he could only hope that he would have the chance to explain it later.

At this moment, Ming Jiutian had not even had the time to put on his clothes and shoes before running away like a wisp of smoke