Just as he was thinking, by the blood donation van ahead, Guan Ailin waved at him, mouthing the word "nine." Wen Nan gathered his thoughts and walked over, handing a cup of the packed milk tea over. They inserted their straws and sat side by side on the steps at the door of the blood donation van, drinking their milk tea while watching the people coming and going on Wutong Avenue in the distance. At this time, most of the people on the road were students who had just finished class, hurrying to the cafeteria for a meal or returning to their dormitories after eating, in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing. Guan Ailin looked at them and couldn’t help but sigh: "The people here are so different from those in my original world. Here, people talk to each other and appreciate the scenery along the way. In my world, people on the road are always in such a hurry, always looking down, focused on their phone screens, and most of the time, they ignore the people near them." While speaking, Guan Ailin’s gaze fell on a couple walking by. The man and woman were holding hands, laughing like two three-year-olds, shaking their clasped fingers back and forth as they walked. Guan Ailin was infected by their smiles and couldn’t help but smile herself. Wen Nan raised his hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Do you instance world?" Guan Ailin snapped out of her daze, withdrew her gaze from the couple, looked at Wen Nan, and smiled, "In any world, as long as you’re by my side, I like it." Hearing this reply, Wen Nan was stunned for a moment, a strange emotion arising in his heart, and suddenly he wanted to ask Guan Ailin again about the question of whether she would be willing to go to the ends of the world with him. But that question, Wen Nan had already asked twice before. No matter how many times he asked again, he was afraid the answer wouldn’t be what he wanted. Laughing lightly, Wen Nan dismissed the thought. The next moment, Guan Ailin took his hand and placed it on her knee. Carefully, one by one, she interlaced her fingers with Wen Nan’s, like a child saying, "Those couples walking along tightly holding hands look so sweet, I want to do it too." Wen Nan paused slightly, then looked again at the couples walking on Wutong Avenue, "Is that what you were looking at earlier?" Guan Ailin nodded openly to admit it, "Yes, of course, what else would I be looking at?" Wen Nan seemed to suddenly remember something, paused for a moment, and then slowly shook his head. Guan Ailin brought the milk tea to her mouth, took a big sip, then exclaimed, "I didn’t expect pearl milk tea from this era to be so delicious. The pearls are so rich, and the taste is distinctly different." "Is it?" Wen Nan thought, don’t pearls from any era come from tapioca starch boiled with sugar, "What’s so different?" Guan Ailin shook her head, "It’s just different, try it?" Wen Nan was about to take a sip of his own milk tea when he looked up and saw Guan Ailin had already brought her lips close to him. The CEO at his house was still as childish as a child. Thinking this, Wen Nan obediently leaned over, kissed the other person’s lips, then extended his tongue to easily roll the other’s pearls into his mouth, tasted it, chewed it, and swallowed. Then he nodded, "With your taste, it’s indeed different." Guan Ailin gently pushed Wen Nan’s arm and whispered, "In public, why talk about that..." Wen Nan thought, weren’t you the one who kissed me in public first, and now I taste it, it’s wrong? "Then I won’t speak, nor kiss," Wen Nan pretended to be angry, turned his face back, and focused only on drinking his milk tea. Seeing this, Guan Ailin softly asked, "Angry?" Getting no response, she took the initiative to hug his arm, leaned in, and forcefully kissed Wen Nan on the cheek, "Don’t be angry." Wen Nan raised his arm, wrapping it around Guan Ailin’s slender waist, lifted her onto his lap, and began mischievously tracing his hand along her skirt hem, "Such a thin reward won’t soothe me, President Guan, shouldn’t there be some sincerity in your apology?" Guan Ailin glanced at the road full of passersby, her face burning red, she forcefully pressed down his mischievous hand, breathlessly saying, "At this moment, if we enter the refresh point, it will, will settle accounts early, is the player ready?" Wen Nan’s hand paused. He had forgotten about this. The exclusive refresh point had such inconveniences... He hesitantly withdrew his hand, whispered in her ear, "When the time comes, we’ll settle accounts properly." The voice had barely fallen when the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was a message from Hu Jiayao: [hz, lost track of that woman, but I ran into someone who approached me, they want to talk to you] Wen Nan didn’t need to guess who Hu Jiayao’s message was about, he quickly replied: [Bring him to the blood donation van] Ten minutes later, Hu Jiayao arrived at the blood donation van with Yang Mingzhong following behind him. The other person was still dressed in that action-easy black attire, hood covering his face, walking with a limp. Everyone went back inside the blood donation van, closed the door, and found seats for themselves. Yang Mingzhong respectfully called Wen Nan "President." Since arriving at this instance, it was their first face-to-face meeting. Yang Mingzhong knew there were so many questions surrounding him, and he waited for the president to question or reprimand him. However, no questioning words came from the other side, only a gesture towards his leg, asking, "How’s your leg? I have some recovery potions, take them." Saying that, Wen Nan took a few items out of his inventory, offering them to Yang Mingzhong. Yang Mingzhong paused, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He shook his head and returned the offered potions to Wen Nan, "Thank you, President, but I’ve already taken painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds, these injuries aren’t serious. They’ll heal over time, don’t waste resources on me." Using the word "waste" made Wen Nan frown slightly. Looking at the other party again, Wen Nan didn’t insist, but moved on to the main topic: "Why did you look for me, what do you want to say?" "This, President, I think you might need." Yang Mingzhong said, pushing a spindle-shaped item wrapped in silver threads towards Wen Nan. The object looked familiar. Wen Nan searched his mind briefly and quickly remembered; it was something he had seen Wei Zhe use in the Sword Holder test space. Wen Nan picked up the item and noticed a nearly invisible thread trailing from the spindle, extending far outside the van, as if guiding them somewhere.