He cleared his throat and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know either?" Mo Qing shrugged innocently, then wrinkled her nose in exasperation. "I got lost and just grabbed someone to ask for directions. Who knew I'd be so careless and get pushed into this godforsaken place..."
Although the light from the phone wasn't bright, it was enough for him to clearly see the expression on Mo Qing's face in this airtight room.
The girl's delicate and pretty doll-like face showed a hint of embarrassment, and her feigned maturity made him chuckle. "Aren't you always full of clever ideas? How come you can be tricked by someone?"
Although the question was somewhat unkind, it sounded too obviously gloating.
He hadn't forgotten how cunning the fox had been when it tricked him before. Tsk tsk tsk, its resolute demeanor back then left no room for negotiation. He had thought the fox had just wandered in here by chance out of boredom, but it turned out it had been a setup...
"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Even the smartest person can make a mistake'? Alas, even the most meticulous plans can have flaws. And as you can see, although I was outmaneuvered, I still have you by my side, don't I?"
Mo Qing tilted her head slightly, a sweet smile revealing her dimples, as if she were proud rather than ashamed, and said leisurely.
Shen Shaolin, "..."
He had this feeling that every time he tried to have some fun with this girl, he always ended up getting himself into trouble.
This is a classic case of playing dumb to fool others, a man-eating flower. I don't know why he always has this nerve, but she always seems to have this urge to turn around and sell him out.
"By the way, how are we going to get out of here?" This was the only question Mo Qing was concerned about.
“Uh…” Shen Shaolin looked back at her innocently, “Don’t look at me.”
He was helpless; the lock was on the outside, and even if he wanted to pick it open, the chances were slim. Besides… in short, he didn't want to do anything like pick the lock.
Mo Qing's heart skipped a beat, a bad feeling creeping over her. She frowned and looked at him, her words sharp and direct, "You're not going to tell me that you have no choice but to stay here, are you?"
“No, not at all,” Shen Shaolin shrugged nonchalantly, a smile playing on his lips, “It’s just that we can only go out at fixed times.”
"How much longer will you be training?" Mo Qing asked, slightly relieved.
She really didn't want to spend the night here; it was pitch black, and her phone seemed to be almost out of battery. She felt like crying.
"Not long, just two hours, there should be another hour." Shen Shaolin winked at her mischievously, his expression nonchalant. He raised an eyebrow at her, his meaning ambiguous. "Besides, you shouldn't be in a hurry. Anyway, you don't need to train. Just think of it as keeping me company and chatting. An hour will pass easily."
Generally, such closed-room training cannot be maintained for too long, since spending too much time in a closed room can easily cause hypoxia.
Therefore, their longest training session will never exceed four hours.
Another hour passed in the blink of an eye, and he was afraid that his ancestor would use "that matter" to blackmail him again, forcing him to pick the lock, which would be a bit troublesome.
This problem could become quite tricky, especially since Ji Muhan hasn't settled accounts with him yet regarding smuggling Momo in, which makes him feel increasingly uncertain.
After all, anyone could guess who brought this ancestor in, and someone as cunning and calculating as Ji Muhan already understood the answer the moment she saw Momo.
His punishment hasn't been announced since the exercise ended, and his heart is still in suspense, unable to settle down...
"Oh." Mo Qing nodded knowingly, then winked mischievously. Her pretty and delicate face had a half-smile on it, which made her look a little funny and added to her lively and cute appearance. She added without any mercy, "But I don't want to talk to you."
Shen Shaolin, "..."
That stab was both ruthless and precise, hitting the bullseye.
He said he didn't want to talk to this ancestor for the time being.
Mo Qing seemed oblivious to his expression. She sighed. An hour wasn't too long, but she missed Hanhan terribly. She shouldn't have slipped out out of curiosity.
"Then who did you take me for just now?" Mo Qing's eyes darted around, and she asked curiously.
His relentless attack just now made her think she had some deep-seated grudge against him. If it weren't for the fact that her brothers had forced her to learn karate for several years, she probably would have been finished off by those few stabs...
"Usually, for these kinds of closed-room training sessions, it's either Mu Han or Qi Guang and a few others who come to be sparring partners. How would I have known it would be you?" Shen Shaolin answered innocently, with a particularly sincere and pure expression.
Logically speaking, Jin Hua and his group shouldn't have done something so pointless, since they all knew that Mo Qing was Mu Han's person. Who would dare to do such a thing?
Since it wasn't them, it couldn't have been Hu Yan either. Although she had a strong motive, being able to pick the lock on this secret room without a key was something only specially trained special forces soldiers could do...
Shen Shaolin suddenly remembered an important question, and stared wide-eyed at Mo Qing, asking with a hint of unease, "By the way, didn't you just hurt your foot a couple of days ago? I didn't hurt your foot just now, did I?"
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
He had just fought her, and he hadn't held back at all, battling her mercilessly for almost five minutes. If that worsened her injuries, given Ji Muhan's vengeful nature, she might just kill him...
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