Jiang Qingluan was momentarily stunned; she had just seen a hint of deep affection in Yang Xiao's sly eyes.
Before she could figure it out, the woman from the Chamber of Commerce passing by her suddenly stopped, lowered her voice, and said with a mysterious, mission-filled tone, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."
After speaking, the Chamber of Commerce woman left, concealing her achievements and reputation, while the man from the Chamber of Commerce came, speaking in the same low, mysterious, and mission-driven tone, "I know what to do, he won't get hurt."
After finishing, the man also proceeded resolutely, determined to catch up with Yang Xiao's pace.
At that moment, Jiang Qingluan was confused, a question suddenly popping into her mind: wasn't it their Yi Sect that hired them? Why were they protecting Yang Xiao, when he, a poor ghost, didn't pay anything?
