Qian Yikun looked at her and saw the smile in her eyes. She was clearly a woman who had killed countless people. Yet, right now, she looked as innocent as a little girl undisturbed by the errors of the world.
This gaze made Qian Yikun's nervousness disappear completely. It was replaced with an indescribable sense of relief.
"Why did you let Xin Ya go down?" Qian Yikun asked in a husky voice.
Mo Fei extended a hand to brush off Qian Yikun's arm that was placed on her shoulder. Her gaze grew more innocent. "You're hiding a beautiful woman in your golden house. How do you plan to explain it when you don't even have a woman in the house?"
Qian Yikun listened to Mo Fei's words as she spoke with an expression that ambiguously resembled a smile. Qian Yikun had subconsciously hoped that she would not know about this piece of news, but it seemed like she already knew.
"Come down and eat," Qian Yikun growled. Then, he turned around and left.
