Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

As soon as Sang Ling stepped out of the gate, she seemed to sense something and looked in the direction where the young man was, but there was nothing there.

He gripped the small, tattered ball that was vibrating wildly in his pocket and frowned deeply.

Lost in thought, she didn't even notice Wei Shu coming over to greet her.

"Miss Sang?" Wei Shu called out several times before Sang Ling came to her senses and was slightly surprised to see him.

"Pancakes".

"My name is Wei Shu," Wei Shu said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he introduced himself.

"Miss Sang, are you alright? Have the Pei family given you any trouble? Are you injured?"

Wei Shu asked several questions in a row, and Sang Ling didn't know which one to answer first.

Upon hearing this, Pei Shuzhi's expression became slightly complicated.

You should ask her if she made things difficult for the Pei family.

After confirming that Sang Ling was unharmed, Wei Shu breathed a sigh of relief. His boss ordered him to lead men to guard the Pei family's gate to prevent the Locusts' people from sneaking in and wreaking havoc.

As long as there are no locusts causing trouble, the Pei family members are nothing in front of Sang Ling.

After all, he had personally witnessed her wielding a sniper rifle and wreaking havoc.

"The boss is on his way, Miss Sang, don't worry." Wei Shu was in a good mood, having escaped with his life.

Upon hearing that Jiaojiao was also coming, Sang Ling's eyes lit up.

Wei Shu took Sang Ling to a villa owned by Fu Zhirang to rest, and Lin Yan and Pei Shuzhi were naturally taken there as well.

Half an hour later, a private helicopter landed on the lawn outside the villa, and a familiar figure stepped off the plane.

The wind generated by the propeller made his clothes rustle.

Strands of hair flew wildly, falling messily across her forehead, and beneath them, her eyes were dark and unfathomable.

Her fair face revealed a sharp beauty.

After getting off the plane, the first thing Fu Zhirang did was to find Sang Ling to confirm her safety.

When he saw the little girl sitting perfectly still on the sofa, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He was genuinely afraid that the young girl would encounter such ruthless and vicious criminals as locusts on her own, especially since he had seen her before.

If he were to see Sang Ling, he would certainly not show any mercy.

Sang Ling was stuffing watermelon into her mouth when she looked up and saw Fu Zhirang walking in from the doorway. Her eyes lit up.

She chewed watermelon with her cheeks puffed out, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, obediently sitting on the sofa waiting for him to come over.

Fu Zhirang walked up to Sang Ling with a cold face, his eyebrows sharp and his dark eyes deep, like the calm before a storm.

He had already planned how to discipline the disobedient little girl on his way here, but when he met her smiling eyes, his anger subsided by more than half.

In the end, it's good that everyone is alright.

Sang Ling smiled as she looked at Fu Jiaojiao, admiring her beauty while chewing.

Fu Zhirang pursed his lips, his cold expression making it seem like he was about to hit someone at any moment. But then he took out a handkerchief and wiped the watermelon juice off the little girl's lips.

Her coldness was tempered with a touch of gentle virtue.

This extreme contrast elicited various reactions from those around them.

Ignoring the strange looks around him, Fu Zhirang continued to wipe Sang Ling's face and hands with a cold expression, his focus and aloofness evident.

"Jiaojiao, what brings you here?" Sang Ling's voice broke the eerie silence.

Fu Zhirang raised his eyes and gave her a cold look. "Don't you know why I came?"

Sang Ling blinked her innocent big eyes, as if to say that she really didn't know.

Fu Zhirang laughed in anger, and asked in a chilling tone, "And you? Why did you suddenly remember this place?"

He didn't understand either, since the other person hadn't shown any sign of wanting to go out when they parted ways a few hours earlier.

Why did she appear a few hours later in the south, a kilometer away from Kyoto?

If his people hadn't happened to see it, he probably still wouldn't know.

"I'm here to pick them up," Sang Ling said without any attempt to hide anything.

"Who are you picking up?" Fu Zhirang asked, frowning in confusion.

“Him.” Sang Ling pointed to Pei Shuzhi across from her.

When Fu Zhirang saw Pei Shuzhi, his brows furrowed even more.

He knew Pei Shuzhi. He was the third young master of the Pei family in Huainan. He was young and promising but never competed or fought for anything. He was kind and gentle, and even though he was frail and sickly, he was still very popular with the young ladies of noble families.

Fu Zhirang's gloomy gaze swept across Pei Shuzhi's face; indeed, she was quite attractive.

He suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Surely the girl didn't just steal him because he was good-looking, right?

Fu Jiaojiao suddenly remembered what the little girl had done to her.

"You came all this way just for a man?" Fu Jiaojiao said through gritted teeth.

"Yes."

"Ah."

Sure enough, people do laugh when they're extremely angry, but that laughter hides a knife.

Fu Zhirang smiled, but his sinister and hostile gaze fell on Pei Shuzhi.

Pei Shuzhi suddenly felt a chill down his spine, sensing the hostility emanating from Fu Zhirang, which he found inexplicable.

He and Fu Zhirang were acquaintances, having met a few times before, but the atmosphere was always harmonious yet politely distant.

"Mr. Fu, it's been a long time." Pei Shuzhi smiled slightly and greeted him politely. "So you know this young lady?"

His gaze fell on the two of them, as if he were deep in thought.

He remembered the rumor that Fu Zhirang was not interested in women, but... this didn't seem like the kind of person who was not interested in women.

Fu Zhirang supported the little girl standing on the sofa by the waist, turned to look at Pei Shuzhi, and spoke boastfully in a cold tone.

Do we look like strangers?

Pei Shuzhi glanced at the hand that someone had placed on the little girl's waist, a gesture that could be described as a declaration of ownership, and forced a smile.

Why are you showing off in front of me? If you're so capable, go show off in front of those who say you like men.

Pei Shuzhi smiled and cursed inwardly.

Sang Ling stood on the sofa, trying to jump down, but Fu Zhirang grabbed her waist and picked her up in his arms.

Fu Zhirang picked up the little girl and asked her calmly, "Now that you've picked her up, can we go back?"

Sang Ling nodded happily.

Go back, go back, and then ask netizens to send you money.

Fu Zhirang picked up the person and walked out. Sang Ling saw that Pei Shuzhi and Lin Yan did not intend to follow, so she quickly waved to them.

"Let's go."

Fu Jiaojiao, who was walking briskly, stopped and looked at the little girl who was greeting others in disbelief.

"You still want to take him back?" Fu Jiaojiao was really angry.

Not only did she run away to find another man, but she also wanted to bring him home right in front of him.

Pei, the Wild Man, Shuzhi: Are you polite?

Sang Ling didn't understand why he suddenly got angry. Looking at the anger in his eyes, she replied, bewildered, "Hmm."

We have to take it back. If we don't, we can use it as a hostage in case netizens don't pay.

Pei, the hostage, said: I thank you.

"Sang Youyou." Fu Zhirang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he called her by her nickname word by word.

Seeing that she still looked blank, Fu Zhirang was both angry and annoyed, and forced out a few words.

"I told you, you're not allowed to fish for any other fish."

"I didn't fish." Sang Ling felt wronged; even if she had a fishing rod, she couldn't catch any fish.