The person approaching meant no good, his eyes filled with caution as he looked at Chu Dazhuang.
This caution also caused Chu Dazhuang's brows to furrow, and he lifted his gaze to meet the person's.
Without much analysis, Chu Dazhuang could tell that the trouble Yang Mi had mentioned was probably him.
Chu Dazhuang stood there, gently turning his head to look at Yang Mi, and saw that her eyes were also full of a plea for help, then Chu Dazhuang slightly curled his lips and turned his head back to look at Yang Mi, then back at the man, pausing momentarily.
"Mi Mi, what's going on here?"
Chu Dazhuang asked in a deep voice.
The man's expression changed slightly, apparently not expecting Chu Dazhuang to ask so directly, and this address of "Mi Mi" also made Chu Dazhuang vigilant.
"Who exactly are you?"
Before Yang Mi could speak, the man said softly, his tone as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.
"What's that got to do with you?"
