Night fell, and the city lights started to illuminate.
Fang Ruoxue parked the car steadily at the courtyard entrance and glanced at Sun Zhe, "Time to go home."
Sun Zhe reached out to open the car door, not even bothering to look at her, got out, and walked away.
Fang Ruoxue suddenly rolled down the car window and said as she watched his back, "Rest well. I'll come find you another day."
"Get lost, damn it."
At the mention of her coming to find him again, Sun Zhe couldn't help but feel a bit irritated and immediately cursed.
The torment of having one's Divine Sense ravaged by the Soul Searching Technique was indeed very unpleasant.
Sun Zhe rubbed his temples and turned to glare at Fang Ruoxue, sneering, "Why don't you just kill me if you have the guts? If you can't, you'd better pray that you never fall into my hands."
Fang Ruoxue smiled indifferently, "You won't have that chance."
