C282 Xiao Lu's hand

"Really?" Xuanyuan Chen asked hesitantly, his expression solemn enough to drip ink. His palm slowly moved towards Xie Qingrong's fingertip, tightly wrapping her palm within his palm.

"That's just my guess." Xie Qingrong said indifferently, as he held Xuanyuan Chen's hand and continued: "Regardless of whether or not my guess is correct, we must prepare everything. Otherwise