Qin Mo did not answer Yang Xiao's question, and Yang Xiao could not force him to answer.
Yang Xiao smiled slightly and temporarily dropped the topic.
He believed that one day, Qin Mo would open up to him. Although Qin Mo was young, he was someone who remembered kindness and sought to repay it.
"Okay, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you. Shall I save the person now?"
"Mm!"
Qin Mo nodded in response, his expression cold, hiding any emotional fluctuation, like a block of ice that repelled strangers.
It was somewhat astonishing how he could maintain such a demeanor for a long time, almost as if he were wearing a mask.
Yang Xiao stepped towards Qin Mo, or more precisely, towards the middle-aged man lying next to Qin Mo.
Having decided to save someone, he would certainly conduct a thorough examination of the middle-aged man. Although he had already grasped the man's condition just by observing, there was no room for any oversight in such matters.
