On one hand, there was the curiosity toward the idol she worshiped; on the other hand, it was a kind of intuition and guess deep in Xu Nan's heart. If he really was that legendary Chu Mo, she wanted to offer him some help.
Because in the face of her continuous moves, the other party had never taken her seriously. In fact, thinking about it carefully, Xu Nan also felt somewhat frightened afterward. The opponent was unfathomable, and killing her would have been too easy.
Therefore, she was not afraid to face that person again.
This was the kind of person she was. Towards enemies, towards targets, her heart was ruthless, her schemes profound, but towards those she took a liking to, she protected them in every possible way. She wouldn't tolerate anyone harming them even the slightest bit.
From a young age, the only person who truly touched Xu Nan was an old drunkard. Chu Mo counted as half, belonging to her circle of admirers, and was a pillar for her spiritually.