Qinghe furrowed her brows and stared intently at his face, feeling a tinge of familiarity but unable to recall who he was. Having just stepped out into the world, she had met only a few people; surely, she knew none of them. She must have been mistaken.
Since he was not someone she knew, Qinghe shrugged off the indifference with nonchalant ease. She lifted Xiaohe from her shoulder into her arms and politely nodded towards Weisheng Yueren before walking away.
Right as she reached the doorway, Gu Che called out, "Qinghe, what about your friends?"
Qinghe turned her head, puzzled, "Friends?"
The people present were collectively speechless, their expressions as if they'd swallowed whole uncooked eggs. Only then did Qinghe remember and she said to Gu Che, "I don't know where they live, so just handle it. Besides, they're not friends; they're collaborators." She pointed at the Little Snow Wolf in her hands, "This is a friend."
