After she finished working on Mo Jingshen's head injuries, the cabin doors opened once more. Feng Ling was about to enter when she noticed that Mo Jingshen's black dress shirt had been tossed aside.
She paused in her movements before taking a decisive step back. She remained outside to say, "Mr. Mo, the officer in charge of the American Arms Force, Officer Entes, is looking for you."
Ji Nuan rushed to press him down. She did not wish for him to leave in his wounded state.
Mo Jingshen touched the hand she placed on his shoulder, patting it comfortingly. At the same time, he said, "I understand."
He glanced back at Ji Nuan: "Officer Entes and I are on friendly terms. He flew all the way from America to Cambodia this time not just to assist in the rescue. He must have something he wants. I'll go talk to him. You rest here and let Feng Ling accompany you."
Ji Nuan's hand lifted off his shoulder. "Where will you be talking to him?"