In a side hall within the White Dragon Temple.
A young woman stood there.
It was indeed Wu Xiaoru.
She repeatedly checked her phone.
She had an appointment with Zhang Xiaoshan at ten, and it was already twenty past ten.
Zhang Xiaoshan was nowhere to be seen.
"Could it be that he isn't coming?"
"Is he deceiving me?"
A sense of disappointment grew within Wu Xiaoru.
Before she left home, her mother, Zhang Yulian, had instructed her to make sure she got Zhang Xiaoshan to agree to save her younger brother, Wu Yong.
If Zhang Xiaoshan didn't show up, how would she explain herself when she returned?
Her brows knitted together.
"You've come quite early."
Just then, a soft voice came from outside the door.
Turning her head, she saw Zhang Xiaoshan standing in the courtyard.
Instantly, her gloomy eyes brightened considerably.
"Little Shan, you're here."
She ran out enthusiastically and hugged Zhang Xiaoshan's arm.
