Xian Zihao rarely talks to her seriously. Jiang Ruolan sighed. "Actually, I also feel something is wrong. Zihao, do you suspect that someone thought I was in a messy state, so they tried to set a trap for me?"
The corner of Xian Zihao's mouth curved as a faint smile appeared on his beautiful face. He grabbed Jiang Ruolan's hand, his eyes dark and clear. "Ruolan, at this moment, there will be someone who is always looking for trouble. You cannot play around and leave my side."
"Alright, then I'll call back later and ask. They'll help me keep an eye out, so I won't go over first." Jiang Ruolan nodded.
"No need to call again. Leave it to me. Give me a week to find the answer."
