After hanging up the phone, Chen Xiaolian sighed softly, his expression a bit melancholic.
"How's that? Still worried about your teammates?" Miao Yan looked at Chen Xiaolian with a half-smile.
The place they were at was a small bar with a distinct Arabian style, and the speakers were playing Middle Eastern music. Night had settled outside the window, and there weren't many customers in the bar. The two of them occupied a corner, each with a glass of freshly squeezed juice in front of them. Beside the table was a large water pipe.
"There's nothing to worry about. The Meteor Rock Guild is the Meteor Rock Guild, with or without me." Chen Xiaolian shook his head and smiled: "I understand my teammates well enough."
"Then what are you sighing for?" Miao Yan raised her eyebrows: "Could it be because... you'll be separating from your girlfriend?"