No. 12 did not rush her. He just stood there quietly; it was like the first scene they had met.
After an unknown period of time, Yue Xin's emotionless voice sounded in No. 12's ear. "No. 12, burn the 34th floor."
The corners of No. 12's lips curled up as he bowed. "Yes, Ma'am."
Yue Xin carried Maya's urn and left the room. The moment she stepped into the elevator, she turned around and looked at No. 12, who was standing there watching her. "No. 12, you're my dog."
No. 12 was stunned for a moment before he chuckled. His laughter was more sincere than before. "Of course, I'll return to your side. Please wait for a while."
