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After hearing giggles from the others, the boy realized that he seemed to have misspoken. His face burned red like an apple in an instant.

As he was stutteringly explaining further what he meant, a cold voice rang out from behind them.

"No, there's no need to."

Ning Meng looked behind the boy and saw her husband, Huo Beichen, walking toward them.

This was an old street and the day was getting darker. Without the modern streetlights, their surroundings were getting darker as the orange lights were starting to light up. When he appeared, it seemed as though the streetlights above him were illuminating just because of him.

With a few large strides, Huo Beichen walked over next to Ning Meng, hugged her shoulder with one hand, and pulled her behind him. Standing between Ning Meng and the schoolboy, Huo Beichen looked at the kid and said, "Your friends. They're waiting somewhere else."