"Xuan Yang, if you'd given me the key earlier, wouldn't there have been none of this trouble?"
"Now look what happened. You got beaten up for nothing. Be good and give me the key. I'm only taking my friends in for a look—just a look. We won't secretly take anything."
Bing Ruoxin stepped up to the young man in a few strides and spoke softly. The young man slowly raised his head, looking at that peerless face.
The person before him was the woman he loved deeply. For her, he was willing to give up everything.
"R-Really? Just looking?"
Xuan Yang asked, his lips trembling.
"Of course we're just looking. I'm letting my friends broaden their horizons. You wouldn't want me to lose face in front of them, would you?"
"If you keep being this stubborn, then I won't talk to you for an entire day."
As soon as Bing Ruoxin finished speaking, Xuan Yang shook his head agitatedly.
"Ruoxin, I'll give it to you. I'll give you the key. Don't ignore me. Don't ignore me."
As Xuan Yang spoke, a flash of light glimmered from an ornate ring on his left hand. The next moment, an Identity Token appeared in his palm.
The Identity Token was exquisitely crafted, its patterns incredibly intricate. On its back was engraved a large character: Yang.
"Good, that's more like it. What a good little boy."
"Oh, right. I still have to eat with my friends later, so arrange things quickly. If we come out after looking around and don't find anything to eat, I'll be angry."
Having gotten what she wanted, Bing Ruoxin continued. Xuan Yang, lying on the ground, nodded heavily.
"Ruoxin, Ruoxin, you're far too kind-hearted toward this servant of yours. He's clearly starting to overstep his bounds."
"That's right, Ruoxin.