Not A Knife in the Palm

The assassination had been attempted, but the target of assassination was still alive, so the job was not completed.

This matter was not over. It was just the beginning.

However, Yang Xiaoyun was the first to arrive.

This was not out of Su Mo's expectations. Instead, it confirmed something.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoyun was at the Purple Sun Escort Company and was sitting opposite Su Mo.

However, she did not seem to be in a good mood.

She frowned at Su Mo. "Why didn't you tell me immediately?"

"Shh!"

Su Mo looked at Uncle Fu who was walking over with a smile on his face and told Yang Xiaoyun to calm down.

"Uncle Fu still doesn't know?"

Yang Xiaoyun was stunned and immediately fell silent.

Uncle Fu walked over with two cups of tea. "Miss Yun, come, have some tea. It's not good tea, don't mind it."

"It's alright, Uncle Fu."