'Knock, knock, knock...'
"Zuimo."
The door opened the moment he heard the shout. Shen Zuimo stared blankly at Xiaofan, as if those seven or eight minutes had been unbearably long.
"Resolved?"
"Yeah."
"Why do they want to kill you?"
"How would I know? They're probably jealous because I'm better looking than them."
"..."
"Or maybe they're envious because I'm having dinner with such a beautiful woman."
"..."
"So what now? Should we go back to Yanhuang Soul?"
"It's so late, I'd be crazy to drive back now."
Not going back? Shen Zuimo felt uneasy. She had been genuinely afraid the people from the Red Butterfly organization were coming for her. She even thought if it were really someone from Red Butterfly at the door, she would fight to escape, and if she couldn't, she would rather die than return to Red Butterfly, even if it meant suicide.
Thus, under such circumstances, Shen Zuimo realized her most vulnerable side—her fear of Red Butterfly.
