Forty minutes later, Purple Cloud Mansion.
Yin Mo changed into a tight, practical dark blue training outfit, her wavy long hair pinned up at the back, looking sharp and fresh.
She stepped down from upstairs in combat boots, standing at the foot of the stairs, one leg on the higher step, dagger in hand, naturally tucking it into her boot.
At this moment, He Chen stood by the window, holding a phone while on a call.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see Yin Mo's motion of hiding the dagger.
The man abruptly ended the call, crossing his arms lazily and said, "Baby, are you planning...to kill someone?"
"Isn't it to save someone?" Yin Mo adjusted the position of the dagger, straightened up, and looked at him inexplicably, "I didn't bring a gun, should I?"
He Chen: "..."
That was rash.
He raised his lips playfully, gesturing for Yin Mo to come over, "Come here."
The woman sauntered over to him with graceful steps, the short distance making He Chen's mouth dry.
