Qiao Yuxian had been in the basement of West Mountain Manor.
And she hadn't rested at all.
Her clothes were soaked through from the inside out.
The shooting range was littered with spent bullet casings.
Just past eleven at night, the phone in her pocket rang, and it was only then that Qiao Yuxian paused to fish out her phone.
It was Qin Xia calling.
She casually wiped the sweat from her face with her arm and answered, "What's up?"
Having not rested at all, she was breathing heavily.
Qin Xia listened to her panting, paused for two seconds, and hesitantly asked, "What are you and Gu Yanjing doing? Am I... interrupting something?"
Qiao Yuxian: "......"
"Sorry, carry on, carry on." With that, Qin Xia hung up the phone.
Qiao Yuxian wiped away the sweat about to drip into her eyes and expressionlessly called her back.
Qin Xia answered quickly and with an awkward, apologetic, hesitant, and cautious tone asked, "What? Did I disrupt Gu Yanjing... and now he's out?"
