After fleeing from Qiluo's house in panic, Gongsun Ce didn't stop, escaping to the next place immediately. This time, he chose a hiding spot where he could absolutely feel at ease...
Fixed Wing District, Mo Yuankai's home.
The information dealer handed two bottles of ice-cold cola to his younger brother and the visiting Shiyu Lianyi, then sat on the sofa like an old police officer interrogating a criminal, and said with deep significance, "Ah Ce, spill it."
Shiyu Lianyi took the cola and patted his friend's shoulder, "Gongsun, if you don't come clean, how can we help you?"
Holding the cola, Gongsun Ce's eyes wandered, vividly displaying what's meant by a guilty conscience.
"What what what can I confess? I didn't do anything wrong; what do I have to confess to?"