Fang Xiaoxia's eyes widened. One moment she secretly sized up Bai Zhou, the next she cautiously observed the witch, completely lost by what she was hearing.
What Art Club Picasso, what Special Management Department Investigation Bureau, what Black Warrior Major Luo, and then evidence and allies—
They seemed to have gone from warriors to students, then from conglomerates to official agencies, even from art and design to teru teru bozu dolls.
She didn't understand, but it sounded impressive!
Clearly, she had just gone through a grand escape with Bai Zhou. They had boarded the Paper Airplane together, comrades who had shared life and death—yet now, she seemed more like an outsider.
This guy who looked like some kind of cosplay enthusiast had gone from being on the verge of a tense confrontation to making a solemn promise. In the blink of an eye, he had become Bai Zhou's steadfast ally, as though the two of them were about to stand shoulder to shoulder against the entire world.
It was really thrilling.
Fang Xiaoxia vaguely wanted to say, "Count me in," but felt that in such a serious setting, she had no right to interrupt. In the end, she could only blink twice.
"Rainstorms before clear skies are always noisy, but only through that can there be endless blue skies afterward." Bai Zhou's gaze likewise fell upon the torrential rain.
He suddenly thought of something. Standing in a dark corner with his arms folded, he said with feeling, "Where I come from, whenever you go to crash someone else's wedding banquet for a free meal, every table has an incense burner with chopstick-like incense sticks planted in it."
This rain had reminded Bai Zhou of Sister Li, of her wedding.
"Everyone's very enthusiastic. They bring incense over, burn it to congratulate