章 1767: A Moment Of Life And Death (Part Twelve)

Eventually, Mo Fei let out a few strings of profanities. Her voice was exceptionally clear in the dark night.

No one could understand Mo Fei's current feelings—her desire to kill.

When the waiter brought her food in the afternoon, she was actually touched by Qian Yikun's kindness.

Qian Yikun was indeed very good to her in life. He was so good that she was convinced that she might rely on someone else after all. At the same time, she was afraid to do so.

That was because the more she cared, the more afraid she would be.

She was just like that right now.

In the past twenty years, she had never felt so conflicted. This was all thanks to that son of a b*tch, Qian Yikun.

As she brooded on that, Mo Fei walked on until she saw Wen Shan, who was still on the phone at the entrance of the lobby.

"So, the result says that Ding Junqi's mother is really our missing auntie?" said Wen Shan as she stomped about in her coat.