Wen Xian: "..."
After Wen Yu finished speaking, the young man got up and hastily left.
Wen Xian sat motionless, and after a moment, she cursed softly under her breath.
By the time she went out to chase after him, the boy had already gone quite a distance, crossed an intersection, and was walking away without looking back, his figure slender yet carrying an indescribable desolation and pride.
Just as Wen Xian was about to hail a taxi to follow him, suddenly, a black sedan, originally heading in a different direction, turned and slowly drove up to her.
The window rolled down, and Wen Xian saw Lu Xiao's face.
"Get in,"
he said simply.
Wen Xian hadn't expected to encounter Lu Xiao, who had been out on business, at this place and immediately got into the car without a word. After closing the door, before Lu Xiao could ask what she was doing there, she quickly pointed to the distant figure:
"Catch up to that person ahead."
