Watching Everme leave, Xu Xiaoyou pondered for a while, frowning at the magazine the young man had pressed under the napkin earlier.
During their previous conversation, Everme had intentionally or unintentionally tapped on this magazine, clearly trying to convey some kind of message to her.
As if noticing something, Xu Xiaoyou extracted a small business card from the back of the magazine.
On the business card, aside from a contact number, the six-wing symbol was strikingly prominent.
——Wings of Resistance.
...
Late at night, in a certain mansion, a blonde girl leaned back in a classic-style office chair. The dim firelight softened her silhouette, partially illuminating her. Half of her was submerged in shadows. The room was dimly lit, and faintly behind her, a pair of hands emerged from the darkness.
