Qiao Xi pinched the palm of her hand hard to calm herself down, "Fine, but let's talk here then."
Chu Xiuyun propped a hand against the car door.
One of Qiao Xi's feet touched the ground.
Suddenly, a pair of long legs invaded her field of vision, their steps steady yet urgent.
The man's legs were encased in fine black suit pants without a single crease, the straight-leg cut perfectly contouring his impeccable lines.
Even at such a tense moment, Qiao Xi found the observation absurd.
Simply because these legs were familiar to her.
Her heart settled at that moment.
"Bang—"
The sound of the owner of those legs kicking someone.
The two men Chu Xiuyun brought were quickly kicked to the ground by Shen Dang, unable to get back up.
The remaining person in the car, seeing this, also approached Chu Xiuyun.
Shen Dang dealt with him swiftly, leaving him groaning in pain on the ground.
