Ha, Yingluo was a joke.
When Lan Xiao came out, he saw Wen Muchu's eyes were red and he was standing there without a word.
The expression on his face was extremely cold, as if his entire body was in ice and snow.
His entire body exuded a kind of hostility that kept strangers away.
Lan Xiao pursed her lips and walked closer to Wen Muchu.
She raised her hand and put her small hand into his wide palm.
Then, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Let's forget about Chuchu's teasing. Since Lou Yu city is 'dead', we'll just let nature take its course. This matter has already been settled, there's no point in us pursuing it. Since someone has intervened and doesn't want us to continue pursuing this matter, we'll let them off for now."
Wen Muchu's cold eyes finally warmed up as Lan Xiao approached.
He turned his head to look at her, holding the warm and soft little hand in his palm.
"Are you willing to accept this?"
