Seeing Zhao Chenlu's projection suddenly appear and speak, Shen Qingming was so frightened it felt as though her heart and soul would shatter. The Qi Blood in her chest surged turbulently, almost making this fifteen-year-old girl experience the sensation of breast swelling prematurely. After a long while, she clutched her chest, painfully questioning.
"How, how did you suddenly appear!?"
Zhao Chenlu's projection smiled slightly: "Because I had set up a backdoor here long ago."
Shen Qingming immediately turned back to glare at the greasy boss.
