C50 Meeting Junior Sister Ji

Yang Ying felt a flicker of surprise within himself. "What's going on with me? Is there something on my face?"

He rubbed his face with his hand, then held his palm up close to his eyes for a thorough inspection. There was nothing out of the ordinary on his hand.

At that moment, Deacon Faang snapped out of his reverie, prompted by Yang Ying's gesture. He stepped forward