Slowly lowering your head, you widened your eyes and looked at Yang Kai with a resolute gaze, saying word by word, "We will take revenge together!"
With that, you turned around, took out your phone from your pocket, and dialed a number you knew by heart but rarely touched.
The call was answered quickly, and a pleasant voice came through, "Are you looking for Zhao'er? She's with Xi Yu, not with me."
Wu Qiyi's voice sounded very calm, but within that calmness, there was an emotional undertone that inevitably caused your heart to tremble when you heard it.
"No, I am here to find you."
Wu Qiyi was stunned. She was sitting on the sofa, dressed in a ladylike pajama, holding a thick ancient tome. When she heard your words, her hand trembled slightly, and the hefty tome almost slipped from her grasp.
"Sister Xiaoyou, what's the matter?"
Lin Panxia, dressed in an ice cream-colored, soft-textured outfit, turned her head to look at Wu Qiyi, her bright eyes filled with confusion.
