C183 At the Blind Date.

"Auntie, thank you!" I thanked her once again, thanking her for letting me get rid of the fog that had been blocking my way.

"Go on, I'll help you pack up." She stood up.

"No need, I'll pack up myself. There aren't many things." I quickly stopped her and said with a smile.

"Who gave you the permission to pack up?" Just as we were pulling each other, Fred's cold voice interrupted.

We froze