Arriving at the Ancient Charm Pavilion.

As soon as Bai Wu stepped through the door, a familiar face appeared right in front of him.

"Oh my God! What's Che Xiaoxiao doing here too?"

Seeing Che Xiaoxiao, who was striding towards him with a grim face, Bai Wu couldn't help but recall the miserable fate of that poor, sharp-faced man on the bus yesterday, and he shivered involuntarily.