Yan Jingxun's position allowed him to see Nie Jiaqi, and seeing the venom in her eyes, he couldn't help but squint a little. He straightened his body, shoved both hands into his pants pockets, and turned to leave.
On the other side, Luo Yirui suddenly felt something, shifted his gaze, and looked around, but didn't spot anyone.
For an instant, that presence gave him a sense of hair-standing unease. Was it an illusion?
Meanwhile, the spot where Nie Jiaqi had been was already vacant.
"Let's go have a meal together," suggested the Fu Xuan Pavilion.
A group of young boys and girls intercepted an electric scooter and headed towards a nearby restaurant.
"Can Boss Jing come out? Let's call him to join us," said the Little Fatty.
Though young, all of them were especially fond of Chinese cuisine, and therefore went to a Chinese restaurant.
