The man walked over to the pool of blood on the floor, glanced down at it, then looked at the bed, which was a mess from the blood splatter.
He clicked his tongue, "Quite audacious."
Ding Xiaoying knew he was talking about Xiao Moli, but she didn't want to say much before figuring out his identity.
The man, however, turned his head and smirked at her, "Miss Ding wouldn't have been so scared as to forget who she is and what her mission is, would she?"
Hearing the emphasized words, "mission," Ding Xiaoying's face turned slightly pale.
She quickly regained her composure, pressed her lips together, and said, "I wouldn't dare."
"That's good." The man smiled and extended his hand to introduce himself, "Wei Liang."
Wei Liang?
Ding Xiaoying's brow furrowed imperceptibly, a flash of inspiration crossed her mind, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
She suddenly looked up at the man in front of her.
