"As they brushed past each other at the café, it's inevitable for patrons to remember his attire," Fatty added.
Although was the most reasonable conjecture, Qin Mo still wasn't completely convinced and his gaze dimmed. "A perfect scheme without any loopholes."
Fatty didn't know what else to say since Young Master was clearly unconvinced.
Qin Mo reached out to pour himself a cup of alcohol. His gaze was deepening as he added ice cubes. "Tell me what you found through the car keys."
"Aardwolf is in charge of that, the car records can only be found in a day." Fatty grabbed his head. "Young Master, Supreme Alliance has to head over to the neighboring city for the second match. You and Little Spade…"
He had already heard about how Young Master had left with Little Spade handcuffed to himself. The handcuff explained how angry he had been at Little Spade.
"It seems like you guys are really interested in my private life," Qin Mo replied leisurely.
