A moment later, Mo Jue tucked away her notebook and followed Luoyu to the living room with a light step, "Ancestor, I'm here~"
At this time, Shang Yu was sitting on a single sofa opposite them, casually holding a cigarette in one hand, lazily puffing out clouds of smoke.
Mo Jue bounced over to sit beside Li Qiao, her hands resting on her knees as she tilted her head to look at her.
Li Qiao passed over the profile document, nodding towards the name, "Do you recognize this?"
Mo Jue grabbed it and glanced at it for a moment, "Don't recognize it."
"Then who gave you the name Mo Jue?" Li Qiao took back the document and placed it on the table, her gaze landing on the handprint and an idea formed spontaneously.
Mo Jue blinked and answered as if it were only natural, "I don't know, I've known since I was little that my name was Mo Jue. The boss later said that probably someone wanted to train me to be a master thief, so they called me Mo Jue."
Li Qiao: "…"
