C435 High Disciple.

Faang Caitian frowned slightly when she heard the woman's scolding. When she turned her gaze to look at Jian Wushuang and Qiao Jing, who were holding hands with each other, her frown intensified.

"Jing, in public, what do you look like, pulling and tugging at others? Hurry up and put your hands down! "

Faang Caitian said sternly.

"I won't let you go! I don't like that person