Mo Xunxun tried hard to recall that person's face. "I remember that woman… that woman… she was really short, not even one-sixty, very skinny, around thirty or so, her skin was kind of dark, she wore glasses, her lips were really thick, and she looked kind of ugly."
The sudden appearance of this letter made all four of them feel very depressed.
Just how capable was this person, to actually know their whereabouts? And even know Jian Yi's identity?
You had to know that after Jian Yi faked his death and came back to the country, generally no one should know about his past anymore.
Kang Chen tossed the letter onto the table. "What I'm curious about is how they found out who you are."
Ming Mei gripped Mo Xunxun's trembling hand. "Don't be scared…"
He asked Jian Yi, "Is it one of your old enemies?"
Jian Yi shook his head. "No. My old enemies would never come to me for money. They… would just go straight for my life."
