The first time Zhang Yu saw Zhang Miao make such a serious face, he was surprised and quickly said, "Oh, sister, I understand."
The two chatted a bit more before Zhang Yu left.
Zhang Miao sat by the river, quietly staring at the flowing water in a daze.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, her face gradually growing heavy. After scanning her surroundings, she pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Miss Miao?" A middle-aged man's voice echoed.
"Mmm, it's me," Zhang Miao responded lightly.
"Oh, Miss Miao, our people have already arrived in Hangcheng ahead of time to lie in wait," the middle-aged man said.
"Oh," Zhang Miao responded noncommittally.
The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated slightly, "Err, Miss Miao, don't you agree with this action? This is the best chance to kill Noah. If Noah dies, Gothic Kingdom will naturally fall into the hands of the Little Prince, and then…"
"Enough!" Zhang Miao's voice suddenly turned frosty.