These words stunned Xue Xi.
When she came to the provision store and saw him dressed like this, she knew that Xiang Huai might be leaving. From the day she found out that he was the founder of the God of Fortune Group, she'd had a vague feeling.
Xiang Huai did not belong here.
He did not belong to this provision store.
He was not someone who could be trapped in a small provision store. However, as she had been busy studying recently, she'd gradually suppressed this matter.
Now, Xiang Huai had finally brought it up.
For some unknown reason, Xue Xi's heart, which had just been relieved from holding hands, started to ache again.
She lowered her head in confusion and clutched her chest. Her reaction was a little slow as she asked, "Where are you going?"
Xiang Huai smiled. "The capital."
The capital.
