While debugging the network, she heard the commotion and tugged Qin Mo, pulling him downstairs.
Probably due to her sleeping posture, Bo Jiu's hair was ruffled and sticking out in places. After fiddling around with the wires, her nose was covered in dust but she still managed to look like a young master.
The moment she arrived on the first floor, Lin Feng exclaimed his happiness. He spread his arms wide, prepared to give her a big hug. But before he touched her, a poker card flew over, piercing his shoe. He leapt up in pain. "F*ck, where did the poker card come from? Why is it so…"
Before he could express the pain, he stiffened from the gaze that was directed at him. That gaze was deep and unfathomable, careless and without a hint of warmth.
Lin Feng stilled, calling out cautiously, "Captain."
Qin Mo smiled. "Apologies, my hand slipped."
