Indeed, it was the same.
The quality, color, and brand were exactly the same. But one of it was a gift from a certain someone. The other one, the one that Madam Zhang had found was the one he had removed from Z on the day they had exchanged hands.
Qin Mo never believed in coincidence.
The suspicion he buried deep inside him was verified. That familiar way of execution. The similar hacking skills had indeed been suppressed. The reason he had noticed her the very first time they met was because of the familiarity.
And… she stood upright in darkness, with her hands stained with blood and eyes shining bright. That fearlessness and stubborn will to speak for others. Her arrogance, self-centeredness, and professional disguise techniques. Even though she gave off a warm tenderness, underneath she held the craftiness of a sly fox.
All those were characteristics of Z. He knew but yet, he didn't wish to acknowledge any of it.
