After his cultivation, Xu Ke took a bath and went downstairs to get something to eat. Just then, a message from Wong Qifu came back: "You're welcome."
Xu Ke couldn't help but smile. You could never discern any emotion from Wong Qifu's messages.
He walked out of the urban village. The sun outside was pleasant, and its rays felt cozy and warm on his skin. But seeing a certain person just then made Xu Ke's hard-won good mood drop by half.
Yang Qing.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing Yang Qing standing not far away, clearly having waited for some time, Xu Ke's expression turned cold. What kind of trouble is she trying to stir up this time?
Seeing Xu Ke, Yang Qing gritted her teeth. "I... have something I want to ask you."
"Speak," Xu Ke said indifferently.
Yang Qing glanced at the surrounding passersby and lowered her voice. "It's about Siao Jia. It's not convenient to talk here, is it?"
"Then don't," Xu Ke said without giving her a pleasant look, turning to walk away.
