"Your man, haw... Can't I see it?' The Saint looked at Wang Language and looked at her for a while. She could not help laughing.

"You... He's not mine yet, but he's bound to get out of my hands sooner or later. Do you understand? Wang Language admitted that he was somewhat guilty.

"Little sister, what's good about this crazy man? Is it worth pursuing by such a beautiful woman as you?" Shaking her head, the saint suddenly became curious.

"Aren't you the same as me?" Wang Language stared at him in disgust.

"I haven't caught up with him. I can't have anything to do with him in my life!"...