Xu Wenwan stared at the unkempt man behind the receptionist, startled. Right now, Leng Yuan was wearing old clothes. His hair was messy, his appearance haggard, and dark stubble had already sprouted on his chin. It was obvious just how worried he was about Gu Jiaojiao.
Jealousy flared in Xu Wenwan's heart, but her movements remained incredibly composed. "Eldest Brother Leng, my brother told me everything about your situation. Don't worry, I can help with Jiaojiao's matter.
"How about we step outside to talk?"
Leng Yuan glanced at Xu Wenwan. He hesitated slightly but ultimately nodded. The two of them walked outside.
The sky was overcast today, without a single star or the moon in sight. The streets were pitch black. Walking along the road, it was impossible to make out the face of the person beside you if not for the sound of their footsteps. They took a few steps to the side, and Leng Yuan's figure paused in a patch of deep shadow.
