Ou Jue glanced at her. "What's wrong?"
Xia Xiyan quickly shoved her phone back into her bag and shook her head. "It's nothing."
By the time the three of them walked out of the arcade, it was already 5 p.m.
Yin Qianze pressed F2 on the elevator panel.
Xiyan adjusted her crossbody bag. "Uh, I just remembered I have something to take care of later."
Yin Qianze asked, "Is there something you wanted to play but missed?"
"No, no, it's just some personal stuff."
Xiyan waved her hand casually. "You two go ahead, I'll make a quick exit."
Ou Jue, who had been leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, immediately straightened up when he heard that. "Hey, Xia Xiyan!"
But Xiyan was already quick on her feet, clicking away as she ran off.
*——*——*
Times Square.
Xiyan walked toward a certain ice cream stand.
A man in his twenties, dressed in a sharp suit, was sitting at a small round table.
