Weiwei, had I known you were coming, I would have never agreed to stay home.
Right now, I even want to discuss with Lan Mu about going together. Let the team members train if they want to, or give them a couple of days off, but I know Lan Mu wouldn't agree.
Lan Mu had already walked far away. From a distance, four indifferent words floated by, "I have no conscience."
Those words left Zu He unable to retort.
When had Lan Mu ever had a conscience?
He never blinked an eye when harming those around him, a demon who devoured without spitting out the bones, a perverted team captain who forbade young love—conscience was truly a foreign concept to him.
Only after Lan Mu's figure had disappeared did Zu He belatedly remember Lan Mu's relentless phone calls urging his return. He shouted, "What? You rushed me to come back just to ask when Xingzhi is returning?"
What answered him was silence.
