Just as the boss was consumed by worry and anxiety, suddenly there was a click from within the door.
The door was pulled open.
The light inside was very dim, so dim that when it reached the doorway, there was almost no light at all.
The boss looked up and saw Mo Shangjun, walking out against the light.
Different from their first meeting, she wasn't wearing her training cap, her soft hair draping down, her petite face full of coldness, as if she was surrounded by an invisible chill. When she lifted her eyelids, her gaze was filled with dangerous murderous intent, startling the boss for a moment, making him feel as if his heart had sharply contracted, and he had skirted the edge of death.
An outward demeanor completely different from when they had first met.
Dangerous, terrifying, every movement filled with the intent to kill.
The boss swallowed hard, eyeing Mo Shangjun with suspicion.
The person in front of him was completely unharmed.
