Mo Tingshen didn't care at all about who was attacking from outside. He was pulling Chu Yao inside when she suddenly shrugged off his hand.
"No need."
Chu Yao glanced out the window, "I know them."
His complexion turned coldly somber as he followed her gaze. After the dust settled, they could gradually make out the black sedan parked outside the villa and the person standing beside the car.
His eyes suddenly sharpened.
Chu Yao let out a pleased laugh, "Worthy of being my precious treasure. If they dare touch a hair on her, they'll never hear the end of it from me."
The last few sentences were directed at Mo Tingshen as she reached into the man's pocket, fishing out a pack of cigarettes. The lighter spun around her fingertips for a few moments before being tucked between them. She walked outside, leisurely pulling out a cigarette and tossing the rest away carelessly.
She passed by Nan Jiaojiao without a glance from either of them.
Chu Yao bent her head to light the cigarette.
