C52 A Transaction for a Bowl of Noodles

In the past, there weren't many people in this crowded area. The snow had already covered the entire street and Wen Xiaoru couldn't hear the footsteps behind her. She hoped that she was overthinking things.

Rubbing her hands against her chest, Wen Xiaoru heaved a sigh of relief.

There were no cars on the road, and the subway was still quite a distance away