Qin Ya's popularity in Qingkong City had far exceeded his own imagination. Left with no other choice, he donned a mask to hide his face. While a mask like this couldn't block Divine Thought, who would bother probing him for no reason?
Bi Xiaoyu also found a veil to wear.
"Young Master Qin, what do you plan to do with these?"
Suddenly, Bi Xiaoyu tugged on Qin Ya's sleeve, shaking the stack of love letters in her hand. A playful smile touched her lips.
Qin Ya shook his head in resignation. "Do whatever you want with them."
He then glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying him any mind, he relaxed and strode toward the nearby Tingchao Pavilion. At the sight of this, Bi Xiaoyu pouted, then with a jolt of her True Essence, disintegrated the envelopes in her hand.
