Xiao Qiao stood up, not bothering to investigate how MG had followed so silently. She searched Wesley, and MG couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "You've been flirting for months and got nowhere, and now, with a corpse, you're interested too? Your taste is this heavy?"
"If you hadn't come, at least I'd have slept with him before dying."
"Tsk, so it's my fault?"
Xiao Qiao searched him again and indeed found nothing. MG pointed his gun at Wesley's head, the safety on. Xiao Qiao suddenly stood up and blocked him, "What are you doing?"
"This man's elusive, ruthless tactics make him a threat. Today, he'll definitely think we conspired together. Kill him, and it's over; you've already been paid to take his head, isn't this the perfect opportunity?" As an international assassin, MG was handsome, young, with a voice always tinged with a faint smile, not at all like a killer.
When talking about killing, he didn't even blink.
Xiao Qiao said, "Put your gun away!"
