The boy seemed to be around seventeen or eighteen, with delicate features. Despite his rosy lips and pearly teeth, his gaze was icy and resolute, so he didn't look effeminate at all.
He wore a loose sweatshirt, a baseball cap, jeans, and sneakers. If it weren't for the gun in his hand, he wouldn't look any different from the fashionable young people on the streets.
"Qingfeng, thank God it's you who came. If it had been Mingyue, that girl, I'd probably be dead by now. However..."
Xiao Ming, with a face full of affectionate smiles, pointed at the window, "Next time just knock on the door, no need to climb through the window. It's over twenty floors up, too dangerous."
The boy with the elegant name frowned slightly, "I don't know you!"
"I know you." Xiao Ming's smile didn't falter, "The old man sending you over means he's not that angry, right?"
"Grandpa asked me to ask you, who are you? And how do you know his organization's code and passphrase?"
