Yan Sinian was not surprised at all. He lay down on the bed without taking off his shoes and asked,"are you going to kill Lu Zhaoyang?"
"Yes." Mo ning did not try to hide anything from him.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Mo ning glared at him unhappily."You better give me a definite answer. Are you going to help me or not?"
"Ha, you're still so arrogant even when you're asking for help."
Yan Sinian laughed coldly. Mo ning pouted and looked as if she was ready to kick him. He sighed and said half-jokingly,"but I was blind to fall in love with you. I can give you the gun, but I have a request."
The joy on mo ning's face was immediately replaced by vigilance.
"Speak," he said.
"I'll go with you,"
"This ..."
Mo ning hesitated.
She had always liked to work alone, because in her heart, no one was worthy of her complete trust except for herself and her mother.