Song Ning went into "seclusion mode."
She stayed indoors for three straight days.
On the morning of the fourth day, she stretched and decided to go out for some exercise and fresh air, then stop by Curly Hair's place to replenish her supplies.
Before leaving, she made a point of peeking through the window of the large studio next door. The curtains were open, but no one was inside.
When she went downstairs, she was surprised to find Han Xiao chatting with a few older women in the shade of a tree.
"Han Xiao? When did you get here?"
Han Xiao smiled and waved goodbye to the women before jogging over.
"I've been here for two days! My last assignment wrapped up, so I came to find the boss. I'll head back with him later!"
Song Ning nodded. "I'm going out for a walk. Want to come?"
"Sure! My current assignment is to keep you safe."
They walked along the road, chatting idly.
After learning that Mike and the others had returned home safely, Song Ning felt relieved.
Those people from before had been trying to sabotage diplomatic relations, hadn't they?
As long as they hadn't succeeded, that was enough.
But as they walked, Song Ning suddenly stopped.
In a flash, she darted aside and pulled Han Xiao behind a large tree.
After a pause, she poked her head out to sneak a look ahead.
Han Xiao felt rather helpless.
At a corner not far away, his boss lounged against a tree with a bold, easy swagger, his expression rakish, a smile on his lips and a cigarette between his fingers.
He was lazily blowing smoke rings toward the sky.
That pose, that expression, paired with that face of his.
Handsome and roguish-the very picture of an elite playboy.
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