CIA, Operations Division.
Song Yunchi was working in his office when suddenly, a black controller on his desk emitted a red alert.
His teasing, peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a wicked smile formed at the corner of his lips as he grabbed his headset and connected it to the controller.
After putting on the headset and a burst of static electricity, he heard a soft, glutinous voice—
"Is it Mommy?"
"Whimper, whimper... Little Nuomi, Mommy misses you so much!"
Pfft—
Song Yunchi spewed out a mouthful of water.
Damn... Was that Qiao An's voice?
Acting... cute?
Listening to Qiao An's cutesy voice, Song Yunchi just couldn't associate her with that breathtakingly beautiful woman who was also outrageously arrogant.
Wait a minute!
He seemed to be focusing on the wrong point!
Who was Little Nuomi?
The owner of that soft, glutinous voice?
Song Yunchi guessed that the child couldn't be older than three.
