"If I'm free that day, I'll come over," Beichuan Si didn't refuse, but he didn't immediately agree either.
Wouldn't a gathering like this between young girls make them feel restrained if he, a man, and moreover, as everyone's elder brother, attended?
That was indeed a question.
Beichuan Si opened the door and strode out.
The most pressing matter right now was to meet with the father of Shan Yuanmu Yuzi.
...
Beichuan Si took about a fifteen-minute tram ride and then, following the map's navigation, arrived in front of the house of Shan Yuanmu Yuzi.
This was a luxurious villa district; just by looking at the opulent decorations one could tell that the people living in this area were either rich or noble.
Beichuan Si had stood still for only about twenty seconds when a questioning voice rang out beside him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Beichuan Si, a friend of Miss Qiuxiao?"
A middle-aged man was standing beside him, respectfully asking in a steady voice.
