"Why are you here?" Bai Xiao wondered, but still pretended not to recognize An Zhiyuan. She did not know who might be watching them nor why An Zhiyuan had come here, anyway, their relationship was cursed in this lifetime.
Whenever something came up, Bai Xiao would always run into An Zhiyuan. She couldn't figure out how fate had arranged this.
"Don't say so much, this place is very dangerous, you must leave immediately," Wu Yalan, standing beside An Zhiyuan, tightened her grip on his arm and involuntarily leaned on An Zhiyuan's sturdy arm, watching Bai Xiao with a smirk.
An Zhiyuan glared at Wu Yalan, who felt somewhat guilty and stepped back a little, pretending to fan herself with the fan in her hand, and let go of An Zhiyuan.
"I cannot leave now; you've seen that. You do your job, and I'll do mine. Don't worry, I won't hold you back," Bai Xiao said coldly, turning her head to the side, her expression indifferent.
