"Why did you go after Xiaonan?" In the dim room, the woman's voice sounded particularly languid and alluring.
Ye Xin propped her chin on one hand, gazing at the person on the light screen opposite her. She was as elegant and composed as ever, as if they weren't discussing the life or death of her own biological daughter.
The person on the light screen was completely enveloped in black mist, obscuring their face. One could only roughly judge from their tall build that it was probably a man.
Even the man's voice was a synthesized, mechanical sound, utterly cold and emotionless. "Rest assured, Qian Liu knows his limits. His Metal Skill broke through level nine long ago. He wouldn't have actually hurt your daughter."
"Is that so?" Ye Xin raised an eyebrow and gave an alluring little laugh. "But from what I understand, if Xiaonan's teammate hadn't been right beside her when it happened, that bullet would have pierced through her head by now."
