That night, the wind rustled. Most people on Q3 were destined for a sleepless night; some were anxious, while others were merely curious.
The Fourteen-School Joint Practical could now continue; the area was finally safe.
The lights over at the Planet Building burned brightly. The reconnaissance squad was constantly sifting through the documents there. In the interrogation room, the secretary was restrained in a cold chair, his forehead beading with sweat and his lips completely drained of color.
It was obvious that even if he clung to his secrets, he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. The psychological pressure and his current predicament had utterly broken him.
However, Mo Si wasn't around to enjoy the sight. Right now, he was playing the role of a gentleman of the night.
KNOCK KNOCK. The sound echoed at the door.
"Who is it?" his sweetheart's voice rang out from inside, clearly asking despite knowing the answer.
In the shadows, Mo Si spoke softly. "Qiuqiu, it's me."
