Cecilia Wilson breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, her heart almost leaped out just now. She quickly packed her toolbox and turned to leave.
Ji Wu stood up, put on his robe, and stood by the window watching the young man in a hurry, his gaze becoming complicated.
"I was late yesterday, so today you have to come down this late too, right?" Atlas Hallow had already drunk a belly full of water and just then saw the short-haired young man from yesterday hurriedly striding through the flower hall, crossing the courtyard and heading straight for the main gate.
Ji Wu is definitely the kind of person who, if someone punches him, he will retaliate with a beating, so because he was a little late yesterday, he's going to make him wait even longer.
