After tying up the four burly men, Mo Shangjun went off to negotiate with Lin Jian.
Since she'd already stepped one foot into this mess, if she walked away without any intel, wouldn't that be a complete waste of effort?
She never did that kind of pointless busywork.
Lin Jian stared at Mo Shangjun, totally dumbfounded. — Here we go again, same as last time when he asked Ya Tianxing to help run cover. After it was all wrapped up, Ya Tianxing had this exact same expression.
The "hurry up and put whatever intel you've got on the table for your lord and master" expression.
These two really did have that husband-and-wife vibe; their behavior and way of doing things were exactly the same.
"Sister Jian." Mo Shangjun put on a kindly smile.
"...Yeah."
Lin Jian felt like he was about to puke.
"Even though we only met today." Mo Shangjun paused, but didn't continue right away.
