"But, I will only give you what you want after we reach Century City."
Lucy stuffed the list into her bosom and said, "It's not that I don't trust you..."
This frosty and fierce woman hesitated, struggling to find the right words for a polite response.
Although Ling Mo had proven unexpectedly reliable in battle, he still seemed too whimsical to her.
"That's fine, it's normal not to trust. Treat it as a fair trade, it's better for everyone."
Ling Mo smiled nonchalantly, not waiting for Lucy to respond, he sniffed and frowned, "We should leave sooner rather than later, the smell here isn't pleasant."
Inside the small office, Li Yalin was quietly sitting on the large cocoon.
As soon as Ling Mo pushed the door open, she flashed behind him in a blink.
A slender and delicate hand rested on his shoulder, her almost boneless body pressing close against him.
"Though I've been sitting here all night, they still haven't come out."
