"What's going on, really no one is here? Then who asked me to come?" Qin Xue looked at the letter in her hand. It was An Hao's handwriting for sure, but she was nowhere in sight, which was a bit strange.
"Of course, I invited you here, but using that woman's name to invite you was really quite effective. It was so easy to lure you here. If I had used my own name, you probably wouldn't have come," Su Yun walked out from behind a concentrated box.
"Su Yun, why is it you? Where's An Hao?" Qin Xue couldn't believe the letter wasn't written by An Hao. Although the letter was real, the person wasn't An Hao, and that made it quite intriguing.
"You want to know, beg me," Su Yun had never hated anyone as much as she hated Qin Xue, and Qin Xue had successfully become the first.
"You mean An Hao is here too?" Qin Xue cautiously observed everything around her.
