Seeing Huo Zhenyang silent for a long time, Jiayi feared that he was reluctant to help and tentatively probed:
"You just need to tell me the current address of Beiming Hall in Yunling. I won't trouble you too much."
His long arm reached out to the side table, took his phone, and dialed a number.
Jiayi listened as he furrowed his thick brows, and instructed the person on the other end of the line:
"Check the Beiming Hall's foothold in Yunling."
She breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to quietly slide off his legs, but he had already hung up the phone, encircled her waist in his arms, raised his heroic eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"
"Getting down..."
The address was not yet in her hands, so she didn't dare to be too assertive at that moment, her tone soft and gentle.
He laughed in exasperation, "Others burn the bridge after crossing, you're trying to burn it before even crossing."
