Qian Yikun’s gaze fell on the kitchen, and he groaned to himself.
“Maybe she went out to buy soy sauce. Such carelessness. Can’t even clean up properly,” lamented Qian Yikun as he went into the kitchen to turn off the gas. “I wonder why Mr. Ye is so concerned about my personal matters. We don’t seem to have anything to do with each other. What do you think, Mr. Ye?”
Ye Cong looked through the three bedrooms. Other than the bed in the master bedroom, the other rooms were clean.
Ye Cong was about to enter.
“Mr. Ye,” Qian Yikun called out immediately.
Ye Cong turned around to see Qian Yikun who just came out of the kitchen.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for Mr. Ye to do this. After all, this is my home.” Qian Yikun’s voice turned cold. He was obviously displeased.
Ye Cong leaned against the door and looked at the approaching Qian Yikun. “I heard that CEO Qian has been trying to catch Mo Fei. I wonder if there’s been any progress?”
“Yes, I’ve been trying to catch her, but that woman is too cunning. I haven’t heard from her for a long time. Mr. Ye, if you have any news about her, can you share them with me? As you know, Mr. Ye, I’ve been trying to capture her for many years now.” At this moment, Qian Yikun had already walked to the door. He was about the same height as Ye Cong, and standing in front of him could completely block his view.
Ye Cong kept staring at Qian Yikun as if he could see something else from Qian Yikun’s eyes.
However, Qian Yikun had been in International for so long and had been a spy for such a long time. If he did not possess any acting skills at this level, he might have died a long time ago.
Ye Cong and Qian Yikun stared at each other for a long time. In the end, they chose to give up. “It seems like Officer Qian has never seen Mo Fei before.”
“Could Mr. Ye be looking for her too? Then, you’re in a lot of trouble, Mr. Ye. This woman is very cunning. My fight with her has been ongoing for ten years now,” Qian Yi Kun said as he reached out and closed the bedroom door.
On the other hand, Mo Fei was resting on the sofa while Xin Ya mumbled about her pots and pans frantically.
Mo Fei turned to look at Xin Ya and instantly understood why Qian Yikun hurt himself. It must be because his house lingered with the smell of blood. She had been injured for so long, so the smell of blood would definitely have remained in the room. Others might not be able to smell it, but what kind of person Ye Cong was?
He was a person who could lick the blood off on the tip of a blade.
“Xin Ya.” Mo Fei waved at her. Xin Ya hurried over. Mo Fei whispered something into her ear. Xin Ya was confused, but she nodded anyway.
Downstairs, Ye Cong still had no intention of leaving, as though he was waiting for something.
Qian Yikun was neither anxious nor impatient. He poured some water for Ye Cong.
Ding dong—
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Qian Yikun tightened his grip on his cup. He did not open the door immediately.
“Officer Qian?” Ye Cong kindly reminded him.
Qian Yikun slowly put down his cup and got up to open the door.
Qian Yikun was unsure. He was most afraid that Huang Jiaojiao would suddenly appear at this time. After all, she had seen Mo Fei before.
As his thoughts strayed to think that this matter was also started by Huang Jiaojiao, Qian Yikun was burning with rage. Once he
settled this matter, he would go to Huang Jiaojiao and resolve this once and for all.
When Qian Yikun reached out to grab the handle of the door, cold sweat started to form on his back. After all, if Ye Cong discovered that Mo Fei was here—even if Mo Fei was not injured—he and Mo Fei combined might not be Ye Cong’s match.
Squeak—
Qian Yikun opened the door. However, before he could see who was outside, a figure rushed into the house.
Qian Yikun did not say anything. “…”
Ye Cong turned back to look at the girl who had run into the room with a thoughtful expression on his face.
