"Jiang Yan, don't kill me—" Jiang Ye's eyes widened in horror as he stared at Jiang Yan's finger on the trigger, his handsome face, intentionally made up, now grotesquely twisted with terror, "I, I don't want to know anymore."
"Really don't want to know anymore?" Jiang Yan's finger paused on the trigger as she let out a cold laugh.
"Don't want to, never want to know again." Jiang Ye raised his hands, his legs going weak, his forehead covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.
Jiang Yan gave him a sidelong glance, "But I want to know."
"Whatever you want to know, I'll confess everything!" Jiang Ye nodded his head like a pecking chicken.
Jiang Yan's frown deepened.
Should someone this servile and spineless really be kept in the team?
However, it's not her team.
In a sense, this is Mo Jingsheng's team.
After all, being crammed into a cryogenic pod with Song Haitao and the others means that this Jiang Ye has some use to Mo Jingsheng or, shall we say, to the officials.
