...
Walking into the room, he sat next to Yan Xiaobao. The moment the white-haired man sensed movement in his body, he reacted. He raised his head, and like him, red eyes fell on Cai Jie. Staring at him for a while, Yan Xiaobao wanted to do something. For some reason, every time Yan Xiaobao saw Cai Jie, he felt a sense of familiarity, even though he couldn't grasp what this man truly desired or why he chose to follow him.
