Soon, the man and woman left.
They did not notice Huo Yunjie at the street corner, nor did they see his tightly clenched fist beneath his sleeve.
"Senior Brother, are you okay?"
Qiao Jiaxi placed a hand on Huo Yunjie's shoulder, asking in a lowered voice, her face full of concern and worry.
"I'm fine," Huo Yunjie shook his head.
He looked at a tea house in the distance and said, "Let me treat you to some tea."
Having said that, he walked ahead, still wearing the green bullhorn cap that Ye Feng had given him, his steps somewhat unsteady.
Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing exchanged glances, not knowing what to say.
At that moment, they felt the figure of Huo Yunjie wearing the green bullhorn cap was rather desolate, like a defeated rooster, pitiable.
"Ah, this is tricky!" they exclaimed.
Both of them shook their heads and quickly followed.
Inside the tea house.
The three sat opposite each other, sipping tea.
Huo Yunjie's face bore a look of sorrow and gloom.
