Qian Yikun stopped the car by the side of the road. Mo Fei glanced outside and was reassured that it was not a place that was convenient for him to murder and dump her body. Moreover, Qian Yikun might not be capable enough to kill her.
"Mo Fei, you're no longer a child. I refuse to keep coming back to the same issue." Qian Yikun let go of the steering wheel and looked at Mo Fei.
Mo Fei rolled her eyes but did not say anything.
"I know you can do it well." There was a tinge of fatigue in Qian Yikun's voice. He was already so busy with Wu Biao's matter but he still had to worry about whether Mo Fei would make mistakes.
Yes, she could do it well, but that was not something that she wanted to do right now.
"That's how stupid I am. It's not like this is the first day you know this." Mo Fei refused to admit defeat and could only stare back at him.
How did the top assassin in the world transform into a spoilt brat?