Su Mo glanced at the scraps of clothes on the ground and gently shook his head:
"This matter seems difficult… Well, I suppose Young Leader Ji must be put in an awkward position for a moment."
As his words reached this point, he casually pulled Ji Feiyang up and with a wave of his hand, enveloped him in thin blankets layer by layer, quickly turning Ji Feiyang into a big rice dumpling in the blink of an eye.
He nonchalantly hoisted him onto his shoulder and with an outstretched hand, he grabbed Wan Yilan too.
With one step, he was already outside the door.
In a swift move, he had flown out of the window.
It had been somewhat troublesome when entering, but exiting was much faster.
Su Mo's toes lightly touched the air, and his figure, swift as flight, reached outside the courtyard.
His gaze swiftly scanned for a secluded corner and set Wan Yilan down.
"Miss Wan, can you make your way back on your own?"
"Yes."
