At this moment, Bai Xiao merely accepted Qing Jian's gift out of politeness, never imagining that one day it would become her lifesaver.
Fu Xue said to Karl, "We need to return to Songcheng. Please hurry up with the work progress."
"Understood," Karl stood at the farthest distance from Bai Xiao, watching her with a worried heart.
Someone with a complex identity was destined to walk a difficult path.
"There's nothing to worry about. Ling Mohan brought his own demise; no one can save him," Fu Xue said with disdainful glance at Karl.
Karl touched his nose sheepishly, as ordinary people always held a sense of dread towards Jianghu.
...
Bai Xiao stayed at the company for a long time before she was escorted back to her apartment by Fu Xue.
Her home had been completely transformed; the scent of Rui fragrance and the traces of the fight were gone.
"Young madam, we will always be with you," Fu Xue said, opening his luggage and spreading it out on the floor.
