"I'm not that delicate, I won't catch a cold from a little rain..."
The next second, under Ou Jue's sidelong glance, she obediently shut her mouth.
Elsewhere.
On a street in B City, a girl wearing a trench coat and large sunglasses wrapped her sleeves tighter and walked briskly forward, getting into a black sedan.
The car drove through the bustling streets, turning left and right, finally stopping in front of an old villa.
Qiao Qianmo got out of the car, looked up and examined the building in front of her, and reached out to knock on the door.
The one who opened the door was a handsome young man.
Unfortunately, these days the boy was not as unruly as before, but had become somewhat more reserved.
Or perhaps—how one behaves depends on who stands opposite them.
Qiao Qianmo walked inside, chuckled lightly, "It seems that Master Ye's life hasn't been going too well."
