Xia Siyu retreated from the other's embrace, her gaze growing darker.
Is this group of rebellious teenagers in need of some discipline?
"Xia Lao Wu, why didn't you answer the phone?"
As the group of teenagers marched loudly down to the next level, an abrupt voice of displeasure echoed in the air.
Xia Siyu gasped, "Lih, Brother Lih?"
Impossible.
He was supposed to be in Parma, how could he be in Cloud City?!
Yun Lih, with a stern face, grabbed Xia Siyu's arm, stopping her intent to back away, "Otherwise, is it a ghost?"
Xia Siyu: "..."
Hmm, speaking so sharply, it must be Yun Lih.
Xia Siyu steadied herself as the noise of the boys' playful clamor continued to drift up from downstairs, "Why are you in Cloud City?"
"Business." Yun Lih said as he prepared to take a drag from his cigarette. Unaware, the thick smoke choked his throat, and he turned his head, coughing several times forcefully, his voice hoarse as he spoke again, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
