Mo Qing blinked, as if considering his words.
"Don't you believe me?" Ji Muhan's smile held a deeper meaning.
She shook her head. "I believe it."
"who?"
"Ji Yao is my good friend who came out with me. Is she still at the hotel? Oh, what if something happened to her? No, I have to go find her." Mo Qing's eyes were filled with panic as she struggled to leave.
"Ji Yao?"
Upon hearing the name, Ji Muhan frowned in confusion. She felt that she had heard the name somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place it.
"Yes, she came out with me. I was worried, and I couldn't get through to her on the phone."
Ji Muhan glanced at her indifferently, "You're like a headless fly, do you even know where to look?"
"I want to go back and take a look." Mo Qing pushed him away and walked barefoot towards the door with an anxious expression.
Even if she wasn't injured, she still needed to confirm it before she could feel at ease.
Ji Muhan caught up with her in a few quick steps, grabbed her arm, and calmly analyzed, "If you want to go to the hotel, you can't get in now; it's been handed over to the police."
The hotel where she stayed for free has been temporarily sealed off, especially since the murder occurred; it is now under full police surveillance.
If she rushes over rashly at this moment, the police will definitely mistake her for Bai's accomplice.
Mo Qing was taken aback. "Then what should we do?"
Ji Muhan sighed helplessly. He couldn't just watch her rush back to the hotel so recklessly. He grabbed her slender arm, turned her around, pressed down on her restless body, looked steadily into her eyes, and soothed her.
"I'll call and ask now."
As soon as Ji Muhan finished speaking, he immediately took out his phone and made a call to ask. Although he had no dealings with the police, Shen Shaolin did. He had a friend who happened to be the deputy captain of the Beijing Special Police Team, so getting the list of victims would be a piece of cake.
So about three minutes later, Shen Shaolin called Ji Muhan back.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Muhan looked at her calmly.
"The people over there called and said her name wasn't on the hotel's list of injured people."
Mo Qing was immediately reassured. She blinked, suppressing her worries and finally calming down, "Oh, then I'll call her again to ask about the situation."
Mo Qing called Yao Yao again. This time, after a long while, the call was finally answered. She asked about Yao Yao's situation and, after confirming that everything was alright, told her that she had gone back to her grandmother's house and wouldn't be going back to sleep that night, so she didn't need to worry.
"You're quite adept at lying," Ji Muhan teased her, amused.
The girl's serious tone almost convinced him, let alone the person on the other end of the phone. Without seeing the change in her expression, they would probably have been fooled by her.
"Didn't you ask me to sprinkle it? That's why they say you become like those you associate with!"
"..." So, this is meant to insult him?
Evening,
Mo Qing sat on the sofa placed by the window in the room.
Ji Muhan went out after receiving a phone call in the afternoon. She didn't go anywhere; she just had some things to take care of and would be back a little later.
Mo Qing didn't mind much. She knew that special forces soldiers like them were always on missions and couldn't possibly stay by her side forever.
So a man is in his house, watching.
A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling her hair, and a warm and cozy atmosphere filled this corner.
Mo Qing tilted her head mischievously and asked with a gentle smile, "Hanhan, could you send me a picture of yourself before you leave next time?"
Under Ji Muhan's cold and indifferent gaze, Mo Qing blinked innocently, lying with ease, "It's just that I can't see you, so I wanted to see your picture to comfort myself and soothe my empty and lonely heart~"
Ji Muhan coughed lightly twice. The girl was unrestrained in her speech; everything she said seemed to have a different meaning.
“I don’t have any photos,” he replied without hesitation.
"You're lying to me." Mo Qing leaned closer to his cheek, her eyes fixed on him, as if trying to find evidence of his lie in his eyes.
Ji Muhan replied casually, "Really."
He didn't like taking pictures in the first place, and besides, special forces soldiers like him have a lot of training subjects to learn, so why would he waste time on such meaningless things?
Mo Qing stared at him stubbornly, asking relentlessly, "You're not lying to me?"
Ji Muhan glanced at her helplessly, "No cherry blossoms."
There's really no way to fool someone like that.
"I don't believe it." Mo Qing shook her head.
"...Then what will it take for you to believe me?" Ji Muhan originally wanted to believe it or not, but then she thought about her spoiled nature. If she acted like that, she might yell at her or have a bad attitude...
Mo Qing looked completely innocent and naive, and said confidently, "You...you don't have any photos? Fine, then show me your phone."
Ji Muhan, “…”
Ultimately, I still want him to take out his phone...
"What? Is it not allowed?" Mo Qing's clear black and white eyes darted around, and she looked at him innocently. "Are you afraid I'll see the secrets on your phone?"
She still doesn't know if he has ever saved her number.
Before he could speak, Mo Qing patted her chest and solemnly assured him, "Don't worry, I'm not such a dishonest person. If I only look at photos, then I only look at photos. I won't look at anything else."
Ji Muhan sighed and looked at her helplessly, saying, "I don't have any secrets inside."
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