A few hours later, Shanghai, Yang Family.
The second floor of the villa featured huge glass windows that let in the warm sunlight, gently splashing onto the icy, stunning face of a woman who sighed softly.
"What's the matter, sighing like that?" Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared beside her.
Xia Mengdie turned around and saw a tall, extraordinarily handsome young man appeared behind her, which made her pause in surprise.
Then, her eyes, beautiful like lotus flowers, misted up slightly as she punched the young man softly on the chest and said softly, "Mo, I couldn't reach you by phone these days; you haven't contacted me for so long."
"I'm sorry to have worried you," Lin Mo said, feeling a bit guilty. He had been in New Russia to obliterate the Blood Prison Organization, and although he had carried his phone, he had forgotten to charge it later on, so it had turned off.
