"Listening devices."
Zhao Dong's hand clenched, crushing the small items. He frowned at Yang Sixue. "Be careful. It seems you've been targeted."
"What?!"
Yang Sixue's face paled, and a shiver ran down her spine. When had someone planted listening devices in my villa?
Zhao Dong hesitated for a moment before giving her his phone number. "If you're in danger, just call me."
Yang Sixue's eyes darted away from his. "You... care about me?"
"You're Qingyun's best friend, and you used to be my idol. I'm not saying I care about you, but I can't just stand by and watch you die."
After saving the number, Yang Sixue suddenly stood up. "Zhao Dong... I have something for you."
Before Zhao Dong could react, she leaned in and left a gentle kiss on his cheek. A faint, sweet fragrance filled his senses as he felt the soft touch of her lips.
