Ling Feng never imagined that An Lan, with her fairy-like, cool temperament, would actually resort to such forceful methods to make him comply!
However, this also indicated that the situation had indeed reached an extremely urgent point.
Ling Feng's voice softened, "An Lan, some things cannot be rushed, let me go first, and we can properly discuss matters between us. You are so beautiful, and I have only been pretending to be a gentleman on the surface, but in my heart, I do indeed agree with your terms."
An Lan looked at Ling Feng with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Ling Feng, you've forgotten one thing—no one can lie in front of me. Clearly, you're just trying to buy time with a delaying tactic. I'm sorry, but for the future of my Snowman Tribe, I must do this. The Witch succession cannot end with me!"
