Seeing the words "Typing" on the top of the screen, Lu Haiqiao couldn't help but smile.
Mystery said, "Go to bed. Good night."
He ended the conversation there.
Lu Haiqiao didn't reply.
Staring at the last line of text, the smile on her face disappeared, and a faint layer of worry appeared on her delicate face.
He had probably gone to deal with the arrow.
After all, it was better to resolve this matter sooner rather than later.
Thinking back, Xie Xuan seemed to have sensed that something was wrong before her. After protecting her, he immediately looked at the building on the other side of the road.
"So, he knew who did it?"
Lu Haiqiao sat on the bed with her phone in her hand and frowned in thought. At this moment, the continuous vibration of the phone pulled her back to reality.
It was a WeChat voice message from Lu Yunge.
"Hello, Old Lu. Why are you looking for me so late at night?"