Mo Xuening hesitated slightly, but still took a step forward and climbed onto Zhang Xiaofan's back.
And so, Zhang Xiaofan carried Mo Xuening to her residence.
It was a small village on the outskirts of Nandu.
The place where Mo Xuening lived was a two-story villa.
As the daughter of the Hall Master of the black market, although she had to be hidden well, the place where she lived could not be shabby.
Once inside the villa, Zhang Xiaofan let Mo Xuening down.
"I'll go change my clothes first."
Mo Xuening said.
Her clothes had been severely torn by the bald, scarred man, so the first thing to do upon returning here was, of course, to change them.
Otherwise, with Zhang Xiaofan here, it would be somewhat embarrassing.
"There's no need for that, I need to treat your wounds first."
Mo Xuening's arms had many wounds.
Although they wouldn't cause any major problems, they still needed to be dealt with first.
Upon hearing what Zhang Xiaofan said, Mo Xuening did not object.
