Watching the three flee in panic, An Yiqing and Old Prince Bruch exchanged a smile, everything spoken in silence.
November in Wudu City was already below freezing. The pedestrians on the streets wore thick coats and hurried along. The city, filled with classical charm, exuded its distinct elegant aura in the desolate cold wind. An Yiqing, in a beige wool coat, roamed Wudu City's streets alone, savoring the cultural atmosphere different from that of Xuanjin.
It's been half a month since the World Business Association concluded, and it was now mid-November. She genuinely missed home. The old man had just called last night, asking when she'd return, but An Yiqing couldn't provide a definite answer.
