"Then where are you planning to go?" Kong Ningshuang asked, her willow brows knitting.
"I have my own arrangements. You can leave on your own. Thanks for everything." Ye Qingfeng said gently.
Kong Ningshuang was silent for a while, suddenly not knowing what to say. There was a strange feeling in her heart that she herself couldn't put into words.
After a moment, Kong Ningshuang finally parted her red lips slightly and said, "Alright, goodbye then."
With that, she turned around in a chic motion and left. The secrets she'd wanted to probe earlier—suddenly, she didn't want to ask about any of them anymore.
"Wait a second!"
Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng called out from behind Kong Ningshuang.
"What is it?" Kong Ningshuang turned her head, her brows drawing together as she spoke coldly.
"This is for you." A transparent bead suddenly appeared in Ye Qingfeng's hand, and he tossed it directly to Kong Ningshuang.
"What is this?"
