You are my trump card...
Luo Hao froze, looking at Bi Xia in disbelief. After a long while, he chuckled, "You adapt really fast, huh? And we've only known each other for less than an hour, yet you're so certain I'll help you?"
Bi Xia mimicked Luo Hao's laughter, and said calmly, "You misunderstood."
"Hm?"
Bi Xia's starry eyes lifted slightly, deeply gazing at Luo Hao with obsidian-black pupils. Her red lips slightly parted, "I'm not trusting you, but Fourth Brother and Fei."
"Fourth Brother?" Luo Hao frowned slightly, "Little Seven?"
The corners of her lips curved faintly, her eyes lifted, "I trust that anyone recognized by Fourth Brother and Fei is worth trusting."
"Since they are trustworthy, they will certainly help Fei avoid this calamity," Bi Xia inserted one hand into her pocket, and her face remained indifferent, "Since that's the case, you are naturally my trump card."
