Actually, Chen Mo's excuse for having Gao Yang say he was being watched was a very crude one.
Anyone with a bit of sense would have spotted the problems in it.
But no matter what, as long as they lured someone over, it would do. And it did not matter who came.
After all, he was waiting for the person Ava arranged to come so he could interrogate them and find out who the Ghost Spirit was. As for who showed up, it made no difference.
Chen Mo and Gao Yang sat in the living room of the villa. The lights were off, and they were hidden in darkness.
Gao Yang was much better by then. He had bandaged his injured wrist himself, then curled up silently in the corner of the sofa, not daring to make the slightest sound. Every so often, he secretly glanced at Chen Mo, his gaze carrying a faint hint of resentment.
Of course, the methods Chen Mo had used on him today had made him realize that his insignificant strength was utterly unworthy of notice. So he had better not show any desire for revenge. If Chen Mo noticed, it might bring him an even greater disaster.
What he prayed for now was for Chen Mo to spare him, so he could leave this place immediately and live the rest of his life under an assumed name.
Being alive was what mattered most. Everything else could wait.
That was why he obediently cooperated with Chen Mo, hoping Chen Mo would let him go.
Chen Mo sat on a single sofa several meters away from him. He appeared to have his eyes closed, but in truth, a sweep of his Spiritual Sense left nothing hidden from him. Even Gao Yang's little movements were perfectly clear