Yu Zexiao watched her depart with unrestrained anger, ready to give chase when a thought struck him. He dashed back into his room like a whirlwind, rummaging through his closet and swiftly changing into sportswear. Without a second word, he bolted out the door.
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By then, Jian Anning had already taken the elevator down. He too raced to the lobby, arriving just in time to see Situ Xuan already waiting there. He immediately hid behind a large vase, peeking his head out, stealthily observing the scene.
Situ Xuan was dressed in a casual black ensemble. His complexion was paler than the average East Asian, which, coupled with the attire, accentuated his tall, leisurely but statuesque posture. Upon seeing her, he noted her straightforward yet elegant attire, the minimal makeup on her face struck a balance between formality and casualness, flawless in every aspect.
