Zhao Yanhong felt exceedingly uneasy as she glanced down. It was the first time she had ever stood on such a tall tree; they were at least ten meters above the ground, and she did not doubt that if she were to fall from here, she would either be killed or severely injured.
Perhaps, the chance of death was even higher.
She dared not utter a sound because she could not control the range of her voice, which might alert those people.
Although Xu Hao had not detected any enemies in the vicinity, she was still very careful. If she were to mess up Xu Hao's plans, she had no doubt that he would tell her to leave on the spot.
In Xu Hao's presence, Zhao Yanhong was no longer the capricious girl of the past days; she was as cautious as if walking on a tightrope.
Xu Hao noticed her change but did not stop her.
People must ultimately grow up; she could not always remain an ignorant girl.
When night had completely fallen, Xu Hao whispered, "Those vandals have arrived."
