Mo Shiqian, with one hand tucked into his trouser pocket, leaned his tall frame slightly against the wall behind him, his handsome face obscured in the dim light, giving off a sense of obscurity.
He was watching her, as if he had been gazing at her from the moment he stood there, with a dark and somewhat sinister look in the depths of his eyes.
Sister Yao stood by his side, probably noticing her distressed state, her face anxious. When she looked over, Sister Yao desperately gestured, trying to communicate with her through mouthing words.
Yet Mo Shiqian's eyes were deep and tranquil, showing no intention of making eye contact with her.
She suddenly recalled the words he had once said to her—
"No matter what happens, I will solve it for you."
"You're not being good, always forgetting what I've said, Chi Huan, that's not a good habit."
Ou Qin raised her brows, smiling as she reminded her, "Miss Chi?"
