The car door opened, and the first thing that emerged was a large bouquet of fresh flowers.
Then a man dressed in a white suit stepped out, waving the flowers in his hand at An Yaoluo. "Hi!" he said.
An Yaoluo's lips curled slightly as she nodded.
If it weren't for her recent interactions with Ling Xiao, she would have wanted to turn him away immediately based on his flamboyant entrance alone.
"Has my boss returned?"
"Yes, come in."
As soon as Ling Xiao entered, his gaze locked onto An Yan, sizing her up from head to toe. "Why do you look so pale?" he asked. "You haven't been injured, have you?"
An Yan took the flowers from him and passed them to Wen Ya behind her. "I'm okay now, nothing serious," she said.
Ling Xiao then looked at Elder Luo. "Elder, you've been injured, too?" he asked. "Aren't you the master predictor? How did you not foresee this danger?"
