Meng Qianqian slowly lay down, holding her breath.
The person entered the tent and began rummaging through the bags on the ground.
There was no murderous intent from the other person; he was indeed only looking for something.
Searching... for something?
A flash of Shan Cheng's words crossed Meng Qianqian's mind: "It doesn't matter if he comes or not, anyway, we have something else that Shang Jue wants."
Could it be he is—
Meng Qianqian abruptly opened her eyes.
At this moment, Mo Yi returned from the lavatory.
He sensed the commotion inside Meng Qianqian's tent and detected an unfamiliar presence.
He immediately shouted, "Who's there?!"
The man happened to be in front of Meng Qianqian; he knelt down as Meng Qianqian sat up.
The two of them stared wide-eyed at each other.
Meng Qianqian made a shushing gesture.
The man was stunned.
Mo Yi stood outside the tent and said coldly, "Come out! Or I won't be polite!"
