Chapter 1638 - What Is Qian Yikun’s Problem? (1/2)

“If you don’t want to die, you would have to change your appearance before Ye Cong locates you.” Qian Yikun did not answer the question and replied otherwise.

He and his men were hunting down a serial murderer these few days. He had been leading his men to crouch low and tracked for a few days. After the murderer was caught, they finally could take a day off to rest.

Coincidentally, Mo Fei’s injuries were recovering, so he could tell her about it.

Mo Fei licked the inside of her cheek, looked at Qian Yikun with a ruffian-like expression, and said, “You still have not told me why you saved me.”

“It was Gu Juexi who saved you. I am not that capable to rescue somebody from Ye Cong,” Qian Yikun replied evasively.

However, Mo Fei refused to let him go. She persisted, “Gu Juexi saved me, but why am I at your house now?”

Qian Yikun turned around to leave. He still had no intention of answering her question.

“Hey, Qian Yikun, you are not in love with me, are you?” Mo Fei teased, but her smiley expression did not reflect in her eyes.

Qian Yikun turned back and looked at the woman on the bed smiling. Her smile was so fake that it made people wanted to go over and tear her face apart.

That was because her smile made people’s hearts ache.

Qian Yikun knew her background. She had been abducted and trafficked as a newborn and was trained to be an a.s.sa.s.sin by the age of 11 or 12. He could guess what she had experienced before this.

Mo Fei was a legend. It was said that she would always smile before killing.

However, Qian Yikun felt her smile was dazzling.

That was why he did not like to see Mo Fei smile.

“Fall in love with you? Do you think you are worthy?” Qian Yikun sneered and went to the guest room next door.

Mo Fe, “…”

D*mn it, she felt hurt!

When would her wounds heal? She had said it as if she was happy to stay here.

Mo Fei thought about it and reached out to the bedside to take her phone. Xin Ya had given the phone to her, citing that it was from Gu Jiexi and he had already set it up that it would be safe for her to contact others.

Mo Fei leaned against the headboard, enduring the pain in her chest as she typed.

Mo Fei: [What’s Qian Yikun’s problem?]

Yezi: [What’s wrong?]