"Xia Shiyi, did you get something wrong? Do you think I have the power to set up a meeting with that young master?"
Xia Shiyi sneered coldly, "Although you don't hold much weight in Ou Jue's heart, surely you can at least pass on a message to him and arrange a meeting, right? I've reserved a table at Moli Restaurant for tonight at seven. All you need to do is ensure Ou Jue arrives on time."
Xiyan's beautiful lips pressed together into a perfect straight line, her small hands clenched tightly in frustration.
Xia Shiyi straightened her posture, looking down arrogantly at Xiyan, "Xia Xiyan, whether Ou Xiaoluo returns safely or not depends entirely on you. If even one other person finds out about this... heh..."
She let out a soft chuckle filled with blatant menace.
Xiyan's chest heaved violently with anger, "He's just a six-year-old child! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?!"
