In a small alley near the KTV, Xu Xuexu was found crying and crying on a small step. She had lost a shoe, was barefoot, and was wearing a pair of long black shoes with one foot in it.
Looking at her expression, Xu Anran could still accept it a little. After all, the little girl had done all sorts of shameful things in front of him, so for such a small matter, Guan Jingyi was not surprised at all.
But the woman in front of him was Xu Xuexu, who had over thirty years of experience. No matter what happened, logically speaking, he wouldn't do such a childish thing.
The crease between Guan Jingyi's brows became even deeper.
"What are you doing here? Have you lost your mind?" Guan Jingyi wiped his pockets with both hands and carried a woolen coat between his arms and his body. He had brought the coat down from the carriage with him.