"I'm sorry, Little Miss," Zhou Yunjie looked at Chen Meng'er guiltily and said.
"What are you apologizing for? Just don't be so scary in the future. Oh right, it's already so late. Why are you waiting for me here? What's so important?" Chen Meng'er set aside her own emotions, which had finally calmed down, and asked.
Regarding Chen Meng'er's question, Zhou Yunjie kept his mouth shut, lowered his head, and did not speak for a long time.
Because of Chen Meng'er's heightened instincts, she immediately smelled a faint smoke smell coming from Zhou Yunjie's body. Only then did she realize that Zhou Yunjie was acting strangely today. Chen Meng'er's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed again.
