ze rubbed his eyes, always feeling like he was seeing a mirage. How else could he exin the high-tech scene disyed on the phone?


    Mirabe didn''t notice ze''s expression. After locking the location based on the iing call disy, she exitedputer mode.


    She put away her phone, the coldness in her eyes quickly hidden away, and then looked up at ze, "Senior, what did you just say?"


    "Nothing..." ze tapped his forehead, still immersed in the scene he had just witnessed, "Your phone... it looks very advanced."


    Mirabe knew what ze wanted to ask but simply responded without changing her expression: "It was just a phone projection app."


    A projection app?


    ze, thinking back, felt it didn''t quite seem like that.


    Mirabe wasn''t in the mood to care about her senior''s thoughts at the moment. She stood up and quickly said to ze, "Senior, thank you for inviting me to the y today, but I have some urgent matters to attend to and must leave now. We''ll get together another time."


    ze could tell that Mirabe indeed had something urgent, so he nodded, "Little junior, don''t worry about it. If you have urgent matters, go ahead."


    He paused, then added, "Or if you''re going somewhere, I can drive you there. It might save some time."


    Mirabe thanked him again, "No need, I''ll just take a cab."


    Seeing this, ze did not insist, "Alright."


    Mirabe nodded slightly and walked briskly towards the exit, her silhouette graceful, her coat fluttering behind her with the wind.


    Watching his junior sister walk away, ze suddenly felt a sense of admiration.


    Despite noting from a wealthy family, his junior sister''s demeanor was in no way inferior to those high-borndies.


    Bright and straightforward, without pretense, she was indeed likable.


    **


    Mirabe walked out of the restaurant and hailed a ride on Uber.


    Once in the car, her gaze remained calmly on the passing scenery outside the window, her eyes clear, neither happy nor angry.


    It wasn''t until her phone rang again that she brought her gaze back,


    nced at the caller ID to see its


    ber as it was


    the same unknown number


    before.


    She didn''t pick up, instead directly pressing the hang-up button.


    The person on the other end didn''t expect the call to be disconnected and his face, already menacing, darkened further.


    Seeing this, a subordinate asked, "Can''t get through?"


    At this, a teenager sitting in a corner nearby stopped doodling on the ground and looked up at the two men.


    "It''s not that I couldn''t get through. The person on the other end hung up directly," the man said with a frown.


    The subordinate squinted, "Didn''t you say that the person had agreed toe?"


    Holding his phone tightly, the man was about to speak when the clear voice of the teenager came over.


    "Don''t worry, my sister will definitelye. She didn''t answer your call because she can''t be bothered to waste words on you."


    The teenager, probably around


    fourteen or fifteen, had exceptionally handsome features, especially his which were notably clean and


    clear.


    The menacing man, upon hearing the teenager''s words, turned back to look at


    him.


    The teenager shrugged his


    shoulders, changed his sitting


    posture to cross-legged against the wall corner, and nonchntly said, "Maybe my sister is already close to arriving."


    The man''s gaze hardened, feeling that the boy''s words were unreliable, "Apart


    from your sister, where are your family members?"


    "Oh, I don''t know," the teenager said with a pout.


    The man: "..."