Cuckolded

Without having breakfast, Xiao Jinglin took the bag of hair and left. Mu Feichi did not try to make him stay. Forget Xiao Jinglin. He was also dying to know the answer right away. After all, everything related to the girl was no small matter to him.

After breakfast, Mu Feichi went by the intelligence unit. The other team members who had returned to the country had also come by for repairs. He was eager to know the results of what he had requested the intelligence unit to find out before he had left for battle.