Yang Xiaoyun reached out and pinched Su Mo's cheek:
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile.
"There's no need to be so cautious about everything."
"That won't do."
Su Mo shook his head vigorously:
"You must manage the balance with care; you can't be careless.
"Lady, rest first. I'll be back soon."
Seeing Su Mo about to leave, Yang Xiaoyun grabbed his hand:
"Are you really going to catch Sikong Hua Ji?"
"Of course not... I was too hasty just now; it's not very reliable.
"After chatting with you, my wisdom for fleeing has returned to me...
"This matter must be handled slowly, not rushed.
"I'm off to handle something else..."
As Su Mo said this, he went directly to the window and knocked:
"Still not going back to sleep?"
"Oh dear."
Outside the window, the voices of Wei Ziyi and Little Situ immediately sounded.
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but laugh, hearing Little Situ's voice muffled coming into the room:
