Cheng Yu looked at Jiang Rou with great curiosity, wondering how the two of them had met.
Qi Tianzong shoved both hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, raised his chin slightly, and let his gaze sweep over the parcels in the three people's hands. A smile—seemingly warm, yet laced with calculation—tuggled at the corners of his mouth. "Are you folks in town to buy things? If you need anything, just let me know. We're all friends."
He deliberately emphasized the word "friends," rubbing the hem of his jacket with his thumb as he spoke. Beneath this seemingly casual action, the probing look in his eyes was hard to conceal.
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