Saint Di Anfu was thoroughly annoyed by Ling Feng's sudden ambush. The relationship between them couldn't be labeled as enemies, nor could it pass as friendship. If one were to describe it in a single word, "rivals" would be the most fitting.
"Hey, hey, don't give me that scary look!" Ling Feng shrugged and said, "This is just a friendly hug, nothing more. Don't let your thoughts go astray!"
Saint Di Anfu glared at Ling Feng with resentment. "I think it's your thoughts that have strayed, isn't it? Why aren't you staying in Huaxia? What brings you to Paris?"
Ling Feng raised the camera in his hand and said, "I'm just following the footsteps of beauty, that's all. But I can't quite figure it out—how does a Saintess from the Church of Light have the leisure to vacation in Paris? Could it be you're feeling restless and looking for a romantic encounter here?"
