Night, still and silent. Apart from a few creatures that are active during the dark hours, almost everything had plunged into deep sleep.
Suddenly, the low cry of an eagle pierced the silence, a pair of icy and stunning eyes snapped open in an instant.
The knowing smile at the corner of her mouth dispersed at that moment. She had thought these people would patiently wait for Mo Yinfan to die from his illness over these few days. It seemed like there were differences among them after all.
Rising quickly, Mo Qian was already engaged in combat with the opponent's assassin in the living room. There was a palpable air of murderous intent between them. Mo Qian was showing no mercy. Observing this, Mu Lin raised an eyebrow. The woman did have excellent skills.
