After completing his cultivation, Xu Ke took a bath and went downstairs to get some food.
At this moment,
the message from Wong Qifu had just come back, "No need to thank."
Xu Ke couldn't help but smile.
Wong Qifu's messages were always devoid of any discernible emotion.
He walked out of the urban village.
The sunlight outside was warm, casting a cozy warmth over his body.
But just then, seeing someone caused Xu Ke's hard-won good mood to immediately drop by half.
Yang Qing.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing Yang Qing standing not far away, obviously having been waiting there for a while, Xu Ke's face turned cold.
What kind of trouble was she planning to stir up this time?
"I... "
Yang Qing saw Xu Ke and clenched her teeth, "I have something I want to ask you."
"Speak."
Xu Ke said indifferently.
Yang Qing, observing that they were surrounded by passersby, spoke softly, "It's about Siao Jia; it's not convenient to talk here, right?"
"Then don't speak."