Chen Mo spent the entire afternoon at the branch station, doing nothing but waiting for Big Li and the others to return with the people they had captured. If not for this matter, he would have headed straight to Kyoto after dealing with the Special Affairs Administration that afternoon!
Missy Shen Tingting had even called him last night, and they had talked for nearly an hour!
He was genuinely a little depressed. Back when he and Shen Tingting were in West City, they had hardly kept in touch. But feelings really were strange—once that layer had been pierced, they became impossible to stop!
In the past, Chen Mo had never really wasted time making phone calls. Whenever he made a phone call, it only lasted a few minutes. Even when he was in school and did not go home during holidays, his calls with his parents lasted less than ten minutes.
It was not that he did not want to talk more. His parents would urge him to hang up because the family had been poor then, and they were always worried that phone bills would be too expensive. That was why every call had been so brief.
Other than calls home, he had never spoken with anyone else for more than five minutes. If a call went beyond that, he would urge them to hang up! But Shen Tingting had become an exception. After their relationship had been laid bare during that farewell, their calls had gradually become more frequent and longer.
Neither Chen Mo nor Shen Tingting wanted to hang up during each call. In short, both of them felt the same way.
Chen Mo was also astonished. As a cultivator, he had actually developed such attachments. How was he supposed to cultivate in the future? Yet he