Qiao Nian held her cell phone in one hand and a water bottle in the other. She leaned against the chair and unhurriedly took a sip of water before her gaze landed on the screen again.
Guan Yan's next message was still about Mr. Auburn.
The girl's eyebrows were quite low. Her eyelashes covered her long and narrow eyes, making her look a little casual. Her bangs were lowered as if she was thinking about something.
Guan Yan's message came again.
[Guan Yan: The old witch is even using Mr. Auburn as her backing now. Sun, do you have a plan?]
Qiao Nian saw another new message pop up on the slightly lit screen and finally replied lazily.
Extremely concise.
Extremely arrogant.
[Q: No.]
…
At a certain pier in Harbor City.
The dark clouds rolled up waves of thunder, and dark tides surged on the dark sea surface. From time to time, tempestuous waves would hit the deck.
