"I'm not wearing it here; I'm heading out now, bye-bye!" Qiao Ran said with a brilliant smile, turned around, and walked away.
Without that smile, Qiao Ran was fine, but as soon as she smiled, the bowl in Xie Sheng's hand almost slipped onto the table.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the bowl before the rice inside could be scattered.
"Qiao Ran, stop right there! We are here on a mission. If you go out without a reason and reveal our whereabouts, what if it leads to mission failure? Can you take that responsibility?" Wen Shimo coldly called out to her retreating figure.