Jin Chen had an air of arrogance that could not be surpassed.
"Young Master Jin, I see your outfit today looks quite nice."
From behind, a leisurely voice drifted over.
Jin Chen felt a chill down his spine and swiftly turned around, only to see Xin Lin standing leisurely behind him.
"Xin Lin, don't be too smug, today Murong Ziyue can't help you."
Upon seeing Xin Lin, Jin Chen was reminded of the incident a few days ago when he had his clothes stripped off.
He glared fiercely at Xin Lin, fuming with anger, and entered the North Square.
"Sister, are you better? Big Brother indeed cured you."
Little Xinzhuo's mood lifted upon seeing Xin Lin.
Murong Ziyue nodded at Xin Lin.
"Don't worry, I am now full of strength, I can knock out ten Jin Chens with one punch."
Xin Lin looked around, pulled Little Xinzhuo aside, and took out the Golden Silk Robe hidden in her embrace, urging Little Xinzhuo to wear it.
