The young man closed the crystal while replying: "It has nothing to do with you, it's a job I took on from the outside."
The sound coming from the crystal stopped abruptly, leaving the two people on the other side gazing at each other.
"This guy." Light Night looked at the crystal in his hand and shook his head.
Atop the towering trees of Tarn, the black-haired youth earnestly thanked Ai Xiaoxiao.
"Good thing you ran into us," Ai Xiaoxiao said, "otherwise you would have lost that crate."
The crate felt extremely awkward at the side.
Of course, it wasn't the awkwardness of being called that, but because he couldn't cover his face, making him feel uncomfortable all over,
so he could only slightly tilt his face, looking around everyone with a disdainful gaze towards the world.
But in fact, not many people noticed him. Aside from a few middle-aged ladies, who curiously looked at this pretty boy.
