"Mmh." It was a cold and indifferent reply. Even so, it was akin to a protective charm. With him around, it would be hard for the police to trace them.
Fan Jia rushed him, not daring to stay any longer but Qin Mo continued to stand there.
Fan Jia followed his gaze towards a candy box. Once again, jealousy clouded her gaze. "Brother Mo, I'm going to be in danger if you don't leave. Do you want me to die again?"
The words seemed like sharp needles stabbing him, seeping into his brain. Suddenly he tilted his head and followed Fan Jia out of the convenience store.
Fan Jia wanted to leave immediately. She hurriedly flagged down a cab. Once they had entered, she gave her address and shut the windows, preventing Qin Mo from looking out.
