The news of Yin Mo's death spread like wildfire.
Mr. and Mrs. Yin were incredulous, the elderly couple sat in the room holding their heads and crying bitterly.
At that moment, Xiao Yehui stood in the center of the tea room, looking at Xiao Hongdao who was making tea with his head down, his tone very stiff, "What mission did you assign to her?"
Xiao Hongdao lifted his eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "No matter what mission it was, if it wasn't completed, there's no need to come back."
Xiao Yehui pressed his thin lips together, the words 'cold-blooded' almost slipping out.
Xiao Hongdao looked at him with a face full of dissatisfaction, holding a teacup to his lips and blowing the steam, "Ah Hui, you are too impetuous. Regardless of whether something really happened to her or not, even if she really died, she was just a small squad leader after all.
