Han Zhao said frankly.
Compared to trickery, it was better to treat her sincerely.
Lu Yingxuan opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. In the end, she nodded and stepped out of the shadows towards the end of the street.
"Third one."
Han Zhao muttered.
"What?" Lu Yingxuan turned around. With her grandmaster-level hearing, she could hear everything clearly.
"Nothing. Let's go." Han Zhao smiled and shook his head.
She was as cold as ice and her smile was as bright as the sun.
She was very protective.
These were her first two characteristics, or rather, her strengths.
The third was to turn hostile faster than flipping a book!
...
Sword Rain Courtyard.
"Junior Brother Han, you're rich!"
"Junior Brother Han, I'm afraid you won one to two hundred thousand taels this time, right?"
"You've won so much. Shouldn't we try some sweetness?"
"That's right!"
