Qian Yikun's reaction was within Mo Fei's expectations. She scoffed and closed her eyes. "So, Mr. Hypocrite, I'm thankful that you saved me, but don't say things that will cause misunderstandings in the future. I owe you a favor this time. In the future, if you have anyone you need dead but are too embarrassed to do so, you can leave them to me."
Qian Yikun's face turned cold. Was killing someone the only thing that this woman spoke of?
Mo Fei felt Qian Yikun getting to his feet. Her lips curled up but there was a hint of loneliness in her small smile. "Sorry about that. I don't know anything else other than killing people."
Qian Yikun left. She angered him.
After the door closed, Mo Fei slowly opened her eyes and looked at her hand which was wrapped up like a dumpling.
'Mo Fei, stop relying on anyone. Otherwise, the person who won't be able to return to the past, in the end, is you.'
