Pei Xiaoman’s beautiful eyes revealed a look of surprise, then she looked at Fang Yi strangely, wanting to reach out and touch his forehead. She suspected he might be ntally ill, with absurd notions.
As if knowing what Pei Xiaoman was thinking, Fang Yi didn’t turn his head, looked across, and said with a smile, "Don’t believe ?"
Pei Xiaoman: "You can eat recklessly, but you can’t speak carelessly."
Fang Yi said, "But everything I said is true."
Pei Xiaoman pouted slightly, muttering, "Aren’t you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue?"
How could this be possible!
Besides, I don’t even know you, so why should I believe you will kindly help us?
These were Pei Xiaoman’s doubts in her heart. She didn’t voice them, but she believed that this guy wasn’t stupid and could definitely think of these things too.
In fact, Fang Yi did think of these things. However, he didn’t care much; although this might cause him so trouble, Fang Yi had figured it out. With the big trouble of Shen Huangyi already there, other small troubles were negligible.
Moreover, if you want to establish yourself in State City, keeping a low profile is futile. Strength is what matters. Fang Yi seized the opportunity of Zhu Yan’s show of goodwill to see if Zhu Yan was really qualified to follow him.
Fang Yi’s expression was calm, like an ancient well, always carrying a touch of tranquility.
Beside him, Pei Xiaoman couldn’t help but glance at Fang Yi from the corner of her eye. She saw Fang Yi’s chiseled face, with sharp and distinct lines. Suddenly, she felt this face seed sowhat familiar.
However, she couldn’t pinpoint how it was familiar.
Ti passed by slowly, minute by minute.
On the winter street, the cold wind howled, and there were few pedestrians. It wasn’t snowing yet, but the street already had a bit of desolation.
Pei Xiaoman took her hands out of her pocket, brought them to her mouth, and exhaled so warm breath, then rubbed them together.
Fang Yi cast a sidelong glance and noticed Pei Xiaoman’s frostbitten, swollen hands.
Fang Yi sighed inwardly, took off his coat, and threw it over Pei Xiaoman’s shoulders. This action made Pei Xiaoman pause and involuntarily look towards Fang Yi.
Fang Yi said casually, "Your hands are swollen like carrots. If you feel cold, there’s no need to tough it out. Wear it if you want."
Pei Xiaoman really wanted to say, ’Who wants to wear your dirty coat?’ but she held back, thinking to herself that if she didn’t wear it, that would only please him.
Besides, I should be more generous, not let him look down on .
So Pei Xiaoman said nothing, but as if going to battle, put on Fang Yi’s coat.
To be honest, it did feel a little warr after putting it on.
In the small restaurant, Pei Mingyuan, wearing an apron, saw the two sitting on the long bench and also noticed his daughter wearing that coat with difficult grace, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
On the desolate street, a group of people appeared in the distance.
This group was composed of about a dozen people, led by one of Shang Yanbin’s subordinates. After all, he was a squad leader of the Fish-Dragon Alliance, and although he was paid to deal with matters, personally leading this kind of low-level task would be a bit beneath him, so he assigned it to his right-hand man.
A burly man wearing just a T-shirt in the cold winter, known as Wei among Shang Yanbin’s group, was renowned for his bravery.
However, those associated with bravery often lack intelligence.
Zhu Yan saw them coming and greeted them with a smile.
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