After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life-Chapter 932 - 918: Mr. Yao

Looking at Bi Xia, who had just hung up the phone, Meng Chi sighed softly and said pitifully, "Sigh, I didn’t expect you to be so ruthless now, boss. I’ve been so loyal, following you through all the dangers, and then you just push me to take the blame from Bi Xiaoyuan without any warning."

Bi Xia spread his hands innocently, "If there’s a warning, how could it be considered taking the blame?"

Meng Chi: ... That makes sense...

Bi Xia looked at Meng Chi with a half-smile, half-not expression. Until Meng Chi started to feel inexplicably guilty, Bi Xia raised an eyebrow and patted Meng Chi on the shoulder, "Young man, your mood seems pretty good lately."

Meng Chi: ???

Looking at the puzzled Meng Chi, Bi Xia’s lips curled into a smile. He said nothing more and lifted the sunglasses from the table onto his nose, slinging a black backpack over one shoulder, "Let’s go."

"Let’s go for a walk," Bi Xia tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows, "It’s not often we come to Yan City. If we don’t explore properly, how are we making our plane tickets worth it, right?"

Meng Chi: "... Explore? We’re not here to..."

"Shh..." Bi Xia placed a finger on his lips, winking with the eye not covered by the sunglasses, "Tomorrow is the meeting, so today we’re just high school kids out to have fun. Tomorrow, we become members of the X Group, ok?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Meng Chi: "...ok... I guess."

Pursing his lips for emphasis, he continued, "What are you standing there for? Let’s go."

Watching Bi Xia take the lead out the door, Meng Chi tilted his head. He suddenly felt the urge to take out his phone and call Bi Xiaoyuan, like "Hey, Bi Xiaoyuan, look, it was your brother who wanted me to join this wild adventure, I’m the real playmate here!!!"

Suddenly, the boy standing at the door turned his head, his gaze under the sunglasses looking over faintly. Meng Chi paused, pretending nothing had happened, tilted his head, put on the sunglasses hanging around his neck, and quickly walked over to Bi Xia’s side, "Let’s go, boss."

Bi Xia: ...

Meng Chi drove out the rental car they had booked in advance, and glanced at Bi Xia who was getting in, "Boss, where are we going?"

Bi Xia pressed down the brim of his hat, "To Antique Street."

"Antique Street?" Meng Chi entered the destination into the GPS, "Boss, what are we doing there? Is it for Ancient Water Town?"

Bi Xia smirked, "You could say that, but our main goal is to find someone."

"Find someone?"

Seeing Bi Xia’s enigmatic smile, Meng Chi shivered, paused, and finally shrugged. Fine, whatever the boss says goes, even if we’re looking for a beggar, there’s a reason for it.

But when they got to Antique Street and stood in front of a shabby little house, Meng Chi twitched his mouth. Although he was okay with looking for a beggar, this seemed a bit even less reliable...

Creaaak—

Suddenly, the door of that shabby little house slowly opened, just like a mystical effect seen in movies. There was no one at the entrance, but the moment the door opened, the scent of decaying wood wafted out.

Glancing at the empty street, Meng Chi frowned, mustered up his courage, and stepped over the threshold. In that instant, all the lights inside turned on, revealing the interior arrangement to Meng Chi.

Meng Chi paused slightly, stood at the door for a moment, then opened his mouth, "Excuse me, is Mr. Yao here?"

"There’s no Mr. Yao here, just an old man who’s seen through everything."

Hearing the voice without seeing the person, Meng Chi finally sensed something was off. He looked up at his surroundings, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Yao? Could you show yourself, please? Junior Meng Chi would like to have a chat with you."

"There’s no Mr. Yao here," the voice responded, "Boy, go call your companion over."

Meng Chi froze, quickly raised his head, and clenched his phone tightly, "How do you know?!"

At this time, the boy in a white printed T-shirt and black ripped jeans stood there. It was a very ordinary summer outfit, yet quite simple and cool.

Leaning nonchalantly against the jeep, his white baseball cap cast a shadow over his face. With one knee slightly bent, he had one foot in red sneakers resting on the wheel, one hand in his pocket, and the other holding a phone as he looked at something. The exposed red lips were pressed into a line, unexpectedly sexy and indifferent.