"Follow her wherever she goes. If she needs anything, then arrange it for her."
"Yes Boss"
He Jian was silent for a moment and then the person on the other side heard his cold and indifferent voice again.
"If even a single hair of her was harmed …"
The man on the other side shivered. The unsaid words and the incomplete sentence were left for him to imagine what could happen to him. He replied immediately.
"Yes, Boss."
He Jian put down the phone and entered the elevator.
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Two hours later, Mo Roulan came out of the police station after filing the complaint. She waved her hand to stop a cab and sat inside it.
Half an hour later, the cab stopped outside the building she lived in. She paid the fare and entered the elevator.
When she opened the door of He Jian's apartment she saw her mother sleeping on the couch inside the living room.
She must have slept while waiting for her.
