Outside the window, Monica was assigning daily security tasks to a few bodyguards...
Xiao Mo stared at his figure, clutching a piece of paper in her palm. She opened it to take a few glances, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. From now on, she decided to hit the road alone, no longer carrying baggage in her heart.
All her belongings were packed up, stuffed into a small backpack. Actually, apart from money and Dagger, she needed nothing else. Indeed, money could satisfy her basic needs, and Dagger could protect her safety. Moreover, these two things would never betray her.
