A searing sensation came from his fingertips.
Mu Jingnan lowered his eyes in a daze, seeing the cigarette butt burned down to his fingertip, his fingers unbearably scorched.
"Second young master, Second young master? Are you listening?"
The cigarette butt was stubbed out in the ashtray, the last wisp of smoke dissipating into the air.
His face pale, he walked out quickly, "The address."
The guard immediately reported the address.
Due to the hesitation of executing the mission, many agents were injured, so they didn't return to Beijing immediately but went to the nearest city for emergency treatment.
Mu Jingnan immediately boarded a plane to leave.
He didn't know how Situ Yunshu was doing, he could only pray, hoping she was okay.
Her old injuries hadn't healed, so why did she rush to carry out the mission?
Why did she not take care of her body?
If she were still in the Main Building, he would never let her recklessly trample on her body like this.
