Chu Mengyao shook her head repeatedly, clutching Zhao Xiwen's hand, as scattered fragments of her assault flashed in her mind, "Let's wait two days."
"Why?"
"Hmm... listen to me," Chu Mengyao didn't say explicitly, thinking to herself that something major was bound to happen in the next two days.
She lowered her head, deep in thought, if Mo Yan knew about Su Mo's space superpower, this man would definitely distance himself from her.
If Su Mo died before anything else happened...
Zhao Xiwen found it strange but agreed. She could only rely on Chu Mengyao to stand her ground. Despite her reluctance, she wisely remained silent.
Dusk fell.
The door to Su Mo and the others' room was tightly shut, the lights were off, and the room was silent.
Inside the prison guards' office.
Li Qian was still with Old Shen Du, pouring him another cup of tea, the steam from the kettle enveloping his face.
Zhao Changsheng sat next to them, with over a dozen burly men standing in the room.
