C209 Sword-drawn Anxiety

I heard Gu Qingming's words and just when I sat down beside him, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned my head to look, it should be Gu Shaohuan.

Gu Shaohuan's figure no longer stood tall and straight after the baptism of time, but his pace was especially steady. Just by looking at him, he could feel a sense of shrewdness from having been in a shopping mall for a long time