An Mo had been leaning lazily against the wall the whole time, watching everything unfold without saying a word. But the moment Su Qinglan stopped Xuan Long, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
He did not need anyone to explain.
Just by looking at her, he had already understood everything.
Understood why she wanted to kill.
Understood why she chose not to act now.
And most importantly, understood what she intended to do for Rong Ye.
His gaze shifted toward Xuan Long, who still looked a little lost, and he let out a quiet snort.
"I really don't understand," An Mo muttered under his breath as he leaned slightly toward Xuan Long, "how someone so dense like you managed to find a mate."
Xuan Long: "…"
As expected, there was no response.
Xuan Long simply ignored him completely.
An Mo was not surprised. Instead, he chuckled softly, clearly amused by his own comment.
He did not press further.
