"Old man?"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a middle-aged man in a military green training uniform, looking somewhat tired, was sitting at his desk, looking down at the documents in his hands.

Upon hearing the phone answer, he threw the documents in his hand onto the table.

"You silly girl, do you only shut up when I call you? It's been so long, and you haven't even made a phone call!"

The higher-ups in the office seemed to have gotten used to Han Yan's current resentful expression, and their expressions didn't change much.

They also guessed who was on the other end of the phone.

Qi Jiu played with the fruit knife, but the smile on her face was not obvious.

"What are you afraid of? Lin Yan was sent here by you. What, do you have something important to do?" There is a time difference between the two places, and Han Yan would not normally call her at this time.

Han Yan was taken aback, seemingly not expecting this guy to get straight to the point, and chuckled lightly.

"I heard you're with that young master from the Qi family? What's his name again, Qi Silin?"

The other end suddenly fell silent for some reason, and two seconds later the girl made a nasal "hmm".

Han Yan waved his hand, shooing everyone out of the office. Only when he was alone in the office did he speak slowly, his attitude much more gentle.

"It's good to be in a relationship. You should enjoy life. What can you do by following us around every day? Are you going to be a killing machine for the rest of your life? You've been following me around since you were a child. It's time for you to relax."

The girl on the other end of the phone was stunned; she hadn't expected Han Yan to say such a thing.

She had assumed the old man's call was to interrogate her, since her mission target was the Qi family, and often, mixing missions with emotions wasn't a good thing.

"Task……"

"I told you, this mission isn't urgent." As he spoke, a hint of nostalgia and reluctance appeared in Han Yan's aged eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Qiqi, I understand what you're thinking. You need to believe that your master won't harm you, and this mission won't ruin your relationship with Qi Silin."

Let me give you another piece of information about this mission. The letter from the Qi family originally belonged to you. You can take it whenever you want; your master won't rush you.

Even if you never take it, that's fine. But the information in that letter might be important to you, since it concerns your background.

He emphasized the word 'background'.

Noticing the silence on the other end of the phone, Han Yan smiled. He turned to look at the photo frame on the table. Although the person in the photo was not very old, she was already a beauty at a young age.

She was incredibly arrogant in every move she made, as if everyone owed her five million.

If someone else were there, they would recognize that the person in the photo frame is Qi Jiu, Qi Jiu as a child.

"Don't feel pressured. If you think your life is good now and don't want to solve this mystery, your master won't say another word."

From an angle unseen by others, Han Yan looked at the photo frame on the table with doting eyes.

He doesn't know when it started, but he has come to regard Qi Jiu as his granddaughter, and he will respect any decision she makes.

Even though this letter carried the hopes of both families, all he wanted was for Qiqi to be happy.

Inside the villa, Qi Jiu stared blankly at the fruit knife in her hand, seemingly seeing her own blurry reflection on the blade.

life experience?

She never imagined that this word would be associated with her; she thought that this was how her life would be.

The phone call ended at some point, and the girl returned to her bedroom at some point as well.

The next day, Qi Jiu, unusually, did not get up for her morning exercise. Since it was the weekend, she was not in a hurry to go to school. Not long after she got up, the villa's gate began to knock.

The door opened, and there stood Qi Silin, dressed in a smart outfit.

After taking off his suit, his waistline became even more prominent.

"Are you alright?" The man looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Actually, after he left yesterday, he didn't go back to the Qi family's old house, but stayed next door to her.

The unanswered "goodnight" from last night alerted him, so he knocked on the door early this morning.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, I saw my girlfriend looking listless and not in good condition; it seemed she hadn't slept well.

Qi Jiu, dressed in black pajamas, stared blankly at him for a long time before she moved. Under Qi Silin's somewhat shocked gaze, she opened her arms, slipped them under his armpits, and hugged him tightly.

Instantly, she was enveloped in warmth, her little head resting against his strong chest, where she could hear the man's powerful heartbeat.

The two of them were frozen in place, not moving for a long time.

Qi Silin felt the strength on his body, while the girl felt his warmth.

After a long while, Qi Silin gently rubbed his chin against Qi Jiu's slightly fluffy little head, as if to comfort her.

He then bent down, swept the person up in his arms, and carried them step by step to the sofa.

He held her in his arms and patted her back gently, as if he were soothing a child, almost as if he were singing a lullaby.

Chongyu, who saw part of it but was locked out of the door: "..."

Is it really okay to leave it like this so early in the morning? Is this dog abuse?

He understands that emotions are easily impulsive in the morning, but could you at least give him a heads-up? He's about to turn into a titanium alloy idiot.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Chongyu felt he was about to fall asleep in the car, the villa door opened.

Qi Jiu took off her pajamas and changed back into work clothes that allowed her to move around easily. With the man's comfort, she had regained her energy.

Back mountain of City A.

Qi Jiu narrowed her eyes as she watched De Luo being forced out by Liu Yun.

"Actually, his injuries don't need to be treated, since they'll be tortured anyway once we get there."

Chongyu: "..." That makes sense. I should have known better than to call a doctor. It's a waste of medicine and money.

Dero: "..."

No, are you being polite? Even though he's a criminal, he's still a human being.

"Qiqi, what are we doing here? These mosquitoes are biting me to death."

Chongyu scratched the red, swollen bump on his arm, somewhat complaining, and quickly took out a bottle of mosquito repellent from his bag and sprayed it all over himself.

In no time, the mosquito repellent had visibly diminished. And Chongyu was covered in the scent of mosquito repellent.

The girl covered her nose with some disgust, "Spray less, it'll marinate too much later."

Chongyu: "..." Is this description really appropriate?

She approached Dero, her face showing impatience, and kicked him as if he were a dog.

"Well!"

"Those people should be here soon; just send him away."

Getting to the point, Chong Yu perked up. "The International Security Bureau? Is Di Ciwen coming? If he does, I'm really going to have a serious talk with him. How could such an important prisoner be lost...?"