The study room was bright, yet it felt rather desolate.
"Master, all those involved in the leak of your itinerary and the assassination attempt have been apprehended. What would you like to do with them?"
The man standing upright by the desk was robust, gazing respectfully at the person seated in the office chair.
If Jian Luo were here, she would undoubtedly recognize the man sitting behind the desk. It was Mo Xiao!
Mo Xiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes icy. He slowly uttered, "Spare no one!"
"Yes." The man nodded, then looked at Mo Xiao, seeming to fumble for the right words.
Recognizing his hesitance, Mo Xiao said coldly, "Speak your mind."
"Master, there's a call from Beijing. Old Master An is asking when you plan to return."
The study fell silent after these words.
After a while, a cold voice broke the silence, "There's no need for you to worry about that, I have plans of my own."
"Yes."
"You may leave now."
The man nodded respectfully and quietly left the room.
