The Presidential Mansion has always been heavily guarded, and an assassin suddenly breaking in is simply unexpected.
When the cold blade was pressed against Chi Xiaoyu's neck, her hand paused slightly at the bottom of the sofa, where there was a red alarm button.
As long as she pressed it, the security personnel would arrive within thirty seconds.
However, her worries were unfounded, and soon, the knife at her neck was withdrawn.
A neatly dressed figure came into her view.
"Mia?"
Despite the dim bedroom light, she recognized her at once.
Mia swiftly tucked the knife into her shoe and patted Chi Xiaoyu's shoulder, "Hehe, seems like you still remember me!"
"Ha, how could I forget? But if you were going to come, you could've told me earlier. I could have arranged for someone to pick you up. It's too risky to rush in here like this; it would be quite the injustice if the guards accidentally shot at you."
