He watched Zi Ruoxi turn her head, ready to leave. She had taken only two steps when a voice made her pause.
"Didn't you come to beg me to save Qiao Muyun? How... things aren't settled yet, but you want to leave? That doesn't seem like you, Ruoxi." Qiao Junlie said calmly, his eyes following her silhouette.
Zi Ruoxi turned her head, her exquisitely beautiful face clouded over, lips tightly pressed, without uttering a word.
Qiao Junlie smiled slightly.
"The story between me and Qiao Muyun is far from as simple as you think. I will handle his affairs." Qiao Junlie said softly, a charming smile hanging on his handsome face.
Zi Ruoxi was truly at a loss, incredulously scorning him.
"...Really? You mean you'll save Brother Qiao Muyun?!" The words trembled uncontrollably as they left her lips.
Seeing her excessively shocked expression, Qiao Junlie gradually moved closer, barely a step away, focusing intently.
