385

In the room upstairs, Li Mo was curled up reading various books, and a pile was already stacked on the table beside him.

"What high intelligence crimes, it's nothing special. If it were me, I could do better than them," Li Mo complained, tossing a book about high intelligence crimes aside.

"How long have I been here?" Li Mo asked the woman beside him.

The woman checked the time, "You've been here for four days and twelve hours."

When the woman spoke, she felt a bit exasperated. Zhao Qiqiang had instructed her to accompany this man.

She considered herself top-notch in both figure and looks; walking down the street, she could easily attract countless men's attention.

But the man in front of her hadn't touched her for three or four days, and he seldom even looked at her!

This made her very displeased; when had she ever received such treatment?

Here, he only sent her out to buy books or meals and water, clearly treating her as a servant. This, of course, made her quite unhappy.