Seeing her avoiding the call, Lu Miao could already sense her fear even through the phone.
Raising her hand to touch her nose, she said, "I think you might have some misunderstandings about me."
"I know you're clever and mysterious, with hidden talents, but I really don't need your help anymore. If Aluo contacts you, please refuse directly. Thank you." Gu Zhixing's words were succinct and clear.
Having grown up in here, he had heard many bizarre stories and naturally knew that some mysterious practitioners could still cast spells even from afar if offended. Therefore, despite having no good feelings toward Lu Miao, he still harbored some apprehension due to her extraordinary abilities and did not want to completely antagonize her.
