I don’t know, MinShan,” Meng Yao said to his dog, “do you think Wei Ying is being creepy? Miss Jiang seems okay with it.”
The chihuahua, being a chihuahua, didn’t answer, and trotted on with its little legs in its regular haughty manner. Another voice did.
“Sect Leader Jin…?”
Meng Yao’s head snapped back immediately.
Standing there, face to face, is an actual Su MinShan, though much much older than Jin GuangYao had last seen him. (С)