Mo Fei shook her head, put down the fork she was using to eat instant noodles, and sat with her legs crossed. "I've always thought that Mo Tian's dead because I killed him with my own hands." After Mo Fei finished speaking, she looked up at Ye Cong. "However, I received a message last night. I'm sure it's him, but how are you so sure that Mo Tian isn't dead? And that you must find him?"
It was rare that the two did not bare their teeth at each other. Perhaps because they were currently on the same side, they decided to have a proper talk with each other about this.
"Didn't Yuwei tell you?" Ye Cong asked.
Ye Yuwei?
After thinking for a while, Mo Fei suddenly remembered that Ye Yuwei once asked her about Mo Tian. She told Mo Fei that Mo Tian burned dozens of children and the Matron in the orphanage to death.
"You—" Mo Fei's lips twitched. She wanted to say how horrifying this man was.
The great Ye Cong was also an orphan.
