Her response was still full of character.
"Cooperation." Xu Zhifei's words were few, and her tone was almost without inflection.
Bai Yanliang looked at her in surprise and asked, "Cooperation?"
"The next mission, you and me."
Xu Zhifei's words made Bai Yanliang's pupils shrink.
What was she talking about?
The next mission?
How could she know about the next mission in advance?
The questions in Bai Yanliang's eyes remained unanswered; Xu Zhifei didn't seem to plan on telling him the reason.
The river wind blew through her hair constantly, and the woman in front of him was very beautiful.
Her skin was as white as snow, but the person... as cold as ice.
"Miss Xu, if you don't explain the reason, it's hard for me to trust your sincerity." Bai Yanliang walked over to her, holding a small black cat, and looked at the river, "The people in Fog Gathering aren't trustworthy, and neither are you."
