Looking at the disconnected call, Yang Hao held Lin Momo's fragile body close and lifted her delicate chin, saying, "One month! That's not too late, is it?"
"Not too late!"
"I've waited for years, so let him live another month!"
Throughout Yang Hao's conversation with Chen Lei, Lin Momo, who listened to the whole thing, naturally had no objections to one month, and even felt it was too soon.
The Lin Family.
To the nation, it might mean nothing.
But to ordinary people, it was definitely a family not to be messed with.
Even some wealthy families felt this way.
Facing an organization with an assassin heritage, who wouldn't steer clear of them?
Probably only a brash man like Yang Hao would recklessly provoke them.
At this moment, Lin Momo was deeply touched by everything Yang Hao did.
Actually, she hadn't held out much hope for Yang Hao.
But it was precisely because she was without hope,
that she was moved when Yang Hao agreed to her request.
Even if it couldn't be done,
