Although Si Qianmo was very resistant to Yellow Spring Road in his heart, he still did his best to control his expression and didn't actually tear his face with Yellow Spring Road. Si Qianmo took two or three deep breaths, lightly exhaled the stale air from his mouth, his brows and eyes faint as he glanced at Yellow Spring Road's half‑smiling expression, then said in a low tone, "If in the future I really get the chance to work with you, Yellow Spring Road, that would be my good fortune."
Who doesn't know how to spout polite nonsense? Si Qianmo first tossed out a lukewarm line, then directly took out his phone and, right in front of the Lord of the Ghost Region, dialed a string of numbers. Yellow Spring Road, of course, recognized the number at a glance—wasn't that Xuanyuan Qing'ao's private number?
