She raised her hand and waved it, as if trying to disperse the lingering smell of smoke around her.
Shen You'an glanced at him, just one faint glance, and the man immediately behaved himself.
Shen You'an pulled open the rear car door and got in.
"Uh, boss, you've had a rough trip, how about we grab some food first?"
The man ventured cautiously.
Beside the seat lay a black luggage bag.
Shen You'an unzipped it, revealing a full set of makeup tools, wigs, and clothes inside.
She lowered her head and rummaged through it without looking up, saying coldly, "Xu Jikang was assassinated half a month ago, almost lost his life. What were you doing at the time?"
The man forced a dry laugh. "It wasn't my shift back then, how would I know he'd get targeted then? It's already lucky he survived. You don't know, that Xu brat's a complete scumbag—many people would want him dead…"
"What is the first rule of the organization?"
The girl's voice was as cold as ice.
