Yan Zuo chuckled and pinched Zhuang Xian's little face. He scolded her with a smile, " "Stinky girl."
Zhuang Xian chuckled mischievously. She then sized up Yan Zuo's outfit and furrowed her delicate brows. She pretended to be confused and asked, "Senior brother, did you fly out of Saint Valley Medicine?"
Yan Zuo was taken aback. He didn't quite understand what Qing Yi meant. "What? "
"You're dressed like a banished immortal. Aren't you an immortal who flew out?" Zhuang Xian gave Yan Zuo a look, signaling him to follow her. She didn't forget to say, "Don't you think it's a little out of place for a person like you to appear in the office building of the economic and trade center in the city? Senior brother, you're too abrupt!"
Yan Zuo caught up with her. He recalled the strange looks the passers-by had given him along the way and finally understood. "So that's how it is. I was wondering why everyone was looking at me like that."
