"Mo An is quite sensible. I don't think it's difficult to guide him."
Feng Yi also downed his glass of red wine.
Mo An had framed Luo Yangyang, even though he did not have a good first impression of her.
However, she was willing to risk everything and fall down the stairs for her own purpose.
Although she was fine at the moment, if she did not fall well, it was possible that she would break her bones, become disabled, or even fall to her death.
She had the courage to risk her life to survive. Even an adult might not dare to do so, let alone a fifteen-year-old girl like her.
Moreover, when she fell down the stairs in pain, she did not ask for help from him. Instead, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain.
This kind of silent forbearance was rare among girls of her age.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Mo An was not in a good state of mind and was a little shrewd.
But in his mercenary team, Moan's personality was the most suitable.