In fact, No. 12 was indeed interested in Maya's little tricks. After all, changing Yue Xin's clothes and combing her hair differently gave him a strange sense of accomplishment. No. 12 thought about it as he thought about what he should do to make Yue Xin ask him to help comb her hair. Usually, it was Maya who would play with Yue Xin's hair. He wanted to play too.
"No. 12, can anyone outside give me what I want?"
Yue Xin's voice was calm like a machine.
No. 12 frowned. Yue Xin's condition seemed to be different from usual. "Of course."
No. 12 wasn't lying. Ever since he was in charge of Yue Xin, the outside world had repeatedly reminded him that Yue Xin was special. As long as Yue Xin made a request, no matter what it was, the outside world would satisfy her. This was also the reason why No. 12 had always accompanied her to fool around.
Yue Xin's emotionless order sounded in his earpiece. "Bring Fiona Thompson to me. Now."
