Wen Xin had been pondering these past few days about how to deal with matters of the ancient martial arts family. If it was as Qian Meng said, avoiding them seemed truly heartbreaking, so it might be better to meet after all, since an explanation was owed to those people.
"Mm, I'll accompany you…" Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Xin, his gaze inadvertently revealing a touch of tenderness, always giving Wen Xin a spoiling sensation.
When Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi left the hotel, they attracted the attention of many people—numerous foreigners couldn't help but marvel at the exceptionally high attractiveness of both Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi.
"Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for your sister…" As the two of them stood by the roadside waiting for a car, a little girl came running from not far away, carrying a basket of roses.
"Little girl, how much for a bunch of roses?"
