Just after ten o'clock, the people sent by Zong Zhan brought Xi Luo out of Wu Minmin's house.
His figure was tall, his expression stern, and just by looking at him, one could sense a cold aloofness that kept strangers at bay.
Wu Minmin reluctantly stood at the foyer seeing her off, "Send me your location when you get to the hotel. I'll come to play if I have time."
With a shopping bag hanging in the crook of her arm, Xi Luo waved goodbye and followed the man into the night.
Wu Minmin watched the black sedan drive away from the villa, her reluctant expression instantly faded, and she returned to the living room to dial Li Qiao's number, "Was Xing Zinan also sent by you to protect Xi Luo?"
"No." Li Qiao replied casually, "Brother Zong San did."
Wu Minmin pinched her nose, "Oh, I see, Xing Zinan rarely involves himself in such matters."
