C49 Intercept

It was already noon. The early autumn sun was not as hot as it was in the summer. Leng Heng did not say a single word to Xia Yaya along the way. Ye Zhiqiu and Meng Hanhan, on the other hand, were talking and laughing. It wasn't that Leng Heng didn't want to talk with Xia Yaya, but Xia Yaya felt that she, too, didn't know what the man in front of her was like at this moment