Zhan Yunxiao: "That's why I said, if you sit down and talk with me, maybe you'll find the answer."
Xia Luo bit her lip.
After a moment's thought, she nodded: "Okay, I'll talk with you."
Zhan Yunxiao's face lit up with joy, and he turned to lead her outside.
However, he had just recovered from a serious illness and his body hadn't fully healed. After walking a short distance, he couldn't help but cough, covering his mouth with his hand.
The sky began to drizzle.
A bodyguard quickly approached, holding an umbrella to shield Zhan Yunxiao from the rain.
However, Zhan Yunxiao took the umbrella and held it over Xia Luo when she came over.
"No need," Xia Luo refused coldly.
Zhan Yunxiao said, "I'm shielding the little cat from the rain. If it gets sick, it would be troublesome."
Xia Luo was touched. She reached out and took the umbrella: "I'll hold it myself."
So Zhan Yunxiao had to give her the umbrella.
Another bodyguard quickly brought over another umbrella to shield him.
