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Zhan Beiye smiled. "All of you have done well. Continue to be careful."

Both of them bowed and complied. Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao walked out of the door, and once they stepped out, Zhan Beiye quickened his pace.

Seeing that he was not heading towards the direction of the inn, she hurriedly reminded him, "Hey, you're heading towards the wrong direction."

"It's not wrong." Zhan Beiye grinned from ear to ear, flashing his white teeth which were so bright that they were shining. "I'm feeling hot. I need a stroll."

"You wish!" Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes and scolded, "It's not even summer, and yet you're feeling hot? The entire city is waiting for you to be captured, and yet you're strolling?"

Zhan Beiye answered in a remarkable way, "Why? Can't I?"