Mo Su glanced at the document in Mo Chen's hand and snorted disdainfully.
"Mo Chen, when the snipe and the clam fight, it is you who ends up the biggest beneficiary," she said sarcastically.
In turmoil, Mo Chen couldn't be bothered with her sarcasm and turned to go upstairs.
Mo Su didn't try to stop him. She watched his retreating figure with a hint of a sly smirk flashing through her eyes.
...
The streetlights were dim, not a breeze in sight, the air seemed frozen in place.
A green motorcycle burst out of the traffic stream, took a turn, and darted into an alley.
"Vroom vroom vroom—"
The throttle was open to the max, stirring up dust everywhere.
A black van closely followed the motorcycle into the alley entrance, braking quickly.
The vehicle was too large and the alley too narrow, it got stuck.
The person on the motorcycle looked back, the corner of their lips curling up with a schadenfreude smile.
Serves you right.
Bold enough to track me, it's your bad luck.
