Seeing that A Shui had lost her murderous intent, Wen Chaoshen let out a small sigh of relief. He crumpled the erotic painting in his hand into a ball and stuffed it into his clothes, quickly catching up with A Shui. However, whether intentionally or not, A Shui's pace was always a bit faster, preventing him from seeing her face.

"There's one more thing..."

Wen Chaoshen, feeling helpless, slowed his pace and followed behind A Shui.

"That guy named Lu Chuan should know of your existence but doesn't recognize you."