"Xia Weisheng and Po Jie!"
Bai Buran glanced at Zhang Fan, clearly with some deeper meaning: "They might come to see you."
"See me..." Zhang Fan curled his lips, but didn't say much—after all, he had stolen the sect's token of inheritance!
"I understand."
"Don't worry too much about it, I'm just letting you know so you'll be prepared." Bai Buran said nonchalantly.
"If there's nothing else, you may leave."
"Boss..."
Zhang Fan, who hadn't gotten up, suddenly spoke.
"Something on your mind?"
"Did something happen to Sister Wen? I feel like she's been acting strangely these last two days."
Since joining Night is not bright, Wen He had taken special care of him, like a gentle neighborly big sister who was always amiable. Zhang Fan had never even seen Wen He raise her voice—he wondered if maybe she simply never got angry.
"Tomorrow is her birthday." Bai Buran was silent for a moment, then continued.
"Mm, I heard that from Jiang Hu..."
