Meanwhile...
Not far from Wen Qian's apartment building.
Two men stood facing each other. Though both wore ordinary sportswear, one of them exuded an incredibly powerful presence.
He had a handsome face and a tall, straight posture. A baseball cap pressed down tightly on his silver hair, but it couldn't conceal his noble air.
"Young Master, are you really not going back?" Ling Xuan asked tentatively.
"I'm not," the man said, his expression darkening. His voice was exceedingly cold.
Ling Xuan said, "Are you sure...?"
"My Silver Tiger Clan always keeps its word." The man lifted his chin slightly. Then he added in a cold voice, "She already yelled at me for another Beastman. Why would I go back?"
Ling Xuan was about to offer some comfort when he suddenly felt that something was off.
He paused, then asked tentatively, "So you're going to let someone else have her?"
"Bullshit!"
"..."
'Wait, didn't he say he wasn't going back?'
