Half an hour later.
Chi Jiao received a call from Zou Xingxing, who said that she had reached her house.
She casually took a jacket and draped it over her shoulders before walking out the door.
It was still cold tonight. The chilly wind blew past like a knife, leaving behind a sharp pain on her face.
Chi Jiao instantly saw the figure standing under the tree.
"You're here." Zou Xingxing stared straight at her, her eyes burning with passion.
Chi Jiao sensed that something was wrong with the girl in front of her. She stopped a meter in front of Zou Xingxing and narrowed her black eyes to size her up.
The "Xu Lingling" tonight was different from usual.
Her temperament was no longer arrogant. Instead, it had become as gloomy as still water.
Most importantly, she felt an aura from the young lady before her that made her very uncomfortable.
Chi Jiao couldn't tell what this aura was. In short, she felt disgusted.
