When the Empress disappeared, Yuan Bojing strode toward her.
He looked worried, and the sight made Long Xia breathless. She didn't understand him.
How can he make her his enemy but look as if he cared, like he was willing to do anything for her?
"How did it go?" he asked.
"Well," Long Xia began. "She's exactly as what I expected."
He smiled, cupping her face, sweeping his thumb across her cheek, absent-mindedly gazing at her with low-lidded eyes.
Realizing what he was doing, Yuan Bojing dropped his hand suddenly, his expression changing.
"Do you have an idea as to why the Empress was attacked?" Long Xia asked, changing the subject.
Yuan Bojing shook his head. "Most likely a bad trade that went wrong with some Russian mafia."
Her eyes widened. She did not expect members of foreign mafias to be here, but she shouldn't be surprised. They were all over the world, doing trades, in different countries.