At this mont.
Presidential suite, Four Seas Hotel.
The servant was packing Nangong Mo’s luggage and found a stack of unopened docunts on the desk: "Fourth Master, should this docunt be destroyed or retained?"
Nangong Mo, dressed in dark silk pajamas, leaned lazily on the golden velvet chaise lounge, exuding an air of gloomy twilight.
He was reviewing the field survey maps of the mountain cetery sent by Master Wu Ming.
Upon hearing the question, he lazily replied, "Open it and see what it is."
The servant carefully opened the big envelope with a paper knife and was sowhat surprised: "It’s a female student’s information... Zuzi Xi, senior class, East Sea Class at Qingcheng High School..."
Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of nonchalance.
"Oh, that little girl."
When Nangong ng had an incident, his subordinates investigated Zuzi Xi’s information and delivered it to him, but he had never had the ti to look at it.
Now he casually picked it up and flipped through it.
The resu was so ugly; what a complete ss.
This academic failure ssed up Nangong ng, a top student, turning him into neither human nor ghost, and even took down his fifteen bodyguards?
Nangong Mo couldn’t help but turn a few more pages.
Generally, such investigation docunts usually have a photo of the subject attached.
However.
In Zuzi Xi’s docunts, there was actually no photo.
Not even an ID photo was present.
There was only a recent class photo, where she had to be identified among the crowd.
Luckily, everyone’s na was printed on the back of the class photo, corresponding to their positions.
Nangong Mo turned it over and found Zuzi Xi’s na in the C position.
However.
When he flipped the photo again to confirm Zuzi Xi at the C position, he discovered that there was no one in the C position at all!
There was an empty spot there, with no one!
Nangong Mo’s eyes deepened, his long eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a aningful smile: "Little girl, you’re interesting..."
His gaze swept over the na "Zuzi Xi."
This na etched itself into his mind.
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Bai Fei had been quite distressed lately.
Ever since Master Wu Ming told him that a great disaster was looming and his days were numbered, he had been worried every day, extrely cautious, and avoided going out whenever possible.
If Mr. Bo’s soldiers needed dical attention, they had to co to his room, and no aggressive items were allowed on them.
As for als, they had to be delivered to his room.
He could no longer roam near the grave pits to observe the soldiers burying them like before.
He thought that as long as he didn’t go out, he wouldn’t encounter any disasters, right?
Enduring like this day after day, he almost grew green hair from not seeing sunlight in his room. Eventually, Mr. Bo’s subordinates inford him: "Mr. Bai, the work here is finished, you can withdraw now."
Bai Fei let out a cheer: "Wow!"
What’s this feeling like being released from prison?
Clearly, he ca with precious dicinal herbs, using exceptional dical skills to support Mr. Bo’s endeavors!
The soldiers escorted him to Qingcheng City District.
Bai Fei initially planned to take a bath, shave, dress handsoly, and surprise Zuzi Xi.
Who knew the soldiers didn’t give him the chance: "Mr. Bai, Mr. Bo bought a plane ticket for you. Please return to the imperial capital imdiately. Your parents miss you very much and wish for you to be a filial son."
Bai Fei’s face fell: "Bao Gucheng! You’re insidious! You’re cunning! If you don’t want to see the little fairy just say it directly, this excuse is too shaless!"
He didn’t know how many more days he could live, and he couldn’t even fulfill the small wish of seeing Zuzi Xi, sob sob.
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