The voice was deep, and beneath those sunglasses... were European facial features. Jian Ran's beautiful eyes flickered with a touch of contemplation.
Mercenary...
It was no longer as simple as being just a special forces soldier.
"Hmm."
In this critical time, it was mostly Gu Mochen who arranged for someone to protect her and Tang Bao, to prevent people like Wang Wu from seizing the opportunity.
At the thought, Jian Ran felt a full sense of security.
"Please help us prepare breakfast for three."
"Alright."
...
In a café diagonally across from the hospital:
Gu Mochen raised the cup of warm water in front of him and took a gentle sip.
"Siming... what happened to Dong Qin was my doing. I, Gu Mochen, never intentionally shirk my responsibilities..."
Having said this, Gu Mochen lifted his eyes to look at the dispirited man in front of him, pursed his thin lips, and his mouth curled up with a trace of scorn.
