The black shadow standing beside Yang Ming's corpse quickly left the scene, moving nimbly and lightly, disappearing into the darkness without making a sound.
Not far from Yang Ming's body, behind a car and a tree, a middle-aged man glanced in the direction the shadow had left, furrowing his brows: "Who are these people?"
Soon after, the middle-aged man relaxed his brows and said calmly, "This kid is the center of attention wherever he goes. Not sure if it's a blessing or a curse."
After saying this, the middle-aged man floated away.
Xiaobao had already returned to the Seven Joy Hotel and saw Han Bing standing gracefully among the crowd.
At that moment, Xiaobao's heart finally settled.
Then, Xiaobao grinned and said, "It's good to be okay!"
"It's all my fault." Han Bing looked like she was about to cry.
"It's because of me. Come on, let's go back!" Xiaobao smiled easily.
Saying this, he had Lu Qingyu escort Han Bing to the room he was staying in.
