Mu Xiaocheng struggled with the decision for a long time but couldn't make one.
No matter what she does in this matter, she will feel guilty.
She leaned wearily on Ji Huaishen's shoulder and closed her eyes.
He murmured, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when we get there."
She still remembered Tingyi's matter. After returning, she wanted to take him somewhere, hoping it would be helpful to him.
Ji Huaishen gently put his arm around her shoulder, responded, and his eyes flickered slightly.
Lian Xu's test results are in.
Tingyi's right index finger and thumb have thick calluses, caused by years of using a gun.
He had been shot on the back and abdomen, and the scars were still visible.
Therefore, he guessed that Tingyi in the past was either white or black.
In other words, if he's not a police officer, then he's a top-tier assassin.
Ji Huaishen lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Xiaocheng's peaceful sleeping face.
If, what if Tingyi were an utterly wicked villain, what would you do?
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Chi Yan recently had a new task: to keep an eye on Ting Yi.
This task was given to him by his brother Shen, so he dared not slack off.
He followed Ting around every day, and in order to get closer to her, he would pretend to love drawing and be very eager to learn.
The two sat in the hall, and Tingyi couldn't bear to look at the drawing on the paper in her hand.
Both the lines and the colors are stunning.
He glanced at Chi Yan, who was sitting with his legs crossed not far away, and asked suspiciously, "You really like painting?"
If you really liked it since you were a child, you shouldn't have drawn it like this, right?
Ask him to draw some flowers and plants, but he drew them like a forest, with no gaps between them, and the color mixing was terrifying.
“Yes.” Chi Yan blinked her big eyes, looking innocent and earnest.
Tingyi twitched the corner of her mouth and put down the painting in her hand.
"I think you might not be suited for drawing. Why don't you learn something else?"
"For example, boxing? MMA? shooting?"
These must be what this young man likes, right?
Upon hearing this, Chi Yan's eyes darted around, and she snapped her fingers, saying, "Alright."
"Teacher Tingyi, do you know martial arts?"
"How about we spar a few moves?"
Tingyi shook his head honestly.
How could he possibly know martial arts?
Memory; I don't have that ability.
Chi Yan frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "It's okay, I can teach you if you don't know how. That way you'll have some skills to rely on when you go out in the future, right?"
Tingyi thought the young man's words made a lot of sense, so she nodded in agreement.
However, Chi Yan never expected this.
Tingyi, who doesn't know how to fight, almost killed him.
Chi Yan covered his injured cheek and grinned, saying, "Uncle, you call this not knowing how?"
If this is considered not knowing how, then those who truly don't know how can just go die?
Tingyi looked at Chi Yan with some guilt and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I could learn so quickly, or rather, I was actually quite good at it subconsciously."
Pooh.
Chi Yan felt like swearing.
It wasn't something he learned instantly; rather, it was an instinctive reaction developed through long-term physical training.
He hadn't shown his abilities before because he hadn't encountered any opponents, nor had anyone forced him to make a move.
And today, because of his sparring match, therefore...
Chi Yan suddenly leaned close to Ting Yi and whispered, "Uncle, you're so amazing, what did you do before? Think about it carefully."
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