TSM Chapter 88

“Who was the person who ran away?” Zuǒ Yú, who hadn’t spoken for a while, finally joined the questioning in Shí Jiǎnbái’s pleading gaze.

“Lǐ Ào, Mòtuō, Brother Mòtuō.” Míng Xīng Yě replied briefly.

“You rescued him?”

“After all, we grew up together…”

The two of them spoke in turns, each sentence shorter than the last, causing Shí Jiǎnbái to roll his eyes in utter speechlessness.

“Where is he?” Zuǒ Yú played with his lighter, not even raising his head.

“I don’t know.” As soon as Míng Xīng Yě finished speaking, Zuǒ Yú’s cold eyes instantly shot up, giving her the creeps. “We separated after leaving the art exhibition, I really don’t know!” Míng Xīng Yě emphasized again, her face serious, not dodging his cold, arrogant gaze at all.

“Well… I was afraid your identity would be exposed, so I did a little favor.” Míng Xīng Yě looked at Zuǒ Yú with a smile in her eyes.

“Boss Míng looks indeed innocent, it seems like you lost the bet.” Zuǒ Yú tilted his head and smiled, gently teasing Shí Jiǎnbái, who was so angry that his face turned red.

Zuǒ Yú also moved closer to him, putting his arm around his shoulder: “The breakthrough has already been shot dead by me with one bullet…” A bucket of cold water was poured from head to toe.

“Of course…”

Shí Jiǎnbái watched the backs of the two about to leave, and a burst of anger welled up in his heart. In his opinion, the probability of Míng Xīng Yě being Red Heart 9 was very high, so he shouted reluctantly: “Wait a minute! One last question!”

“Boss Míng, have you been shot recently?” His words were sharp, his eyes scrutinizing Míng Xīng Yě’s whole body like an eagle.

Míng Xīng Yě was about to explain, but was stopped by Zuǒ Yú, who naturally put his hand on her slender shoulder, his androgynous voice sounding leisurely: “Skin like creamy jade.”

“Càn’ěr.”

“What can’t be said here?”

Míng Xīng Yě lowered her head and smiled silently, then followed his pace.

……

Inside the black Bugatti car, Mozart’s G minor tune resounded throughout the space. Other than that, the two were very quiet, one focused on driving, occasionally tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm, the other turned his head to the window, seemingly seriously admiring the night view. In the same space, each had their own thoughts and no one spoke to the other.

The two got out of the car. It was the first time for Míng Xīng Yě to go to where he worked. Looking at the luxurious high-rise, for some reason, he saw a trace of heartache in Míng Xīng Yě’s eyes, and frowned heavily: “Follow me.” Then he walked in.

“What do you want to drink?”

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