Things like fame and fortune are dispensable to him.
Besides, he owes him, so agreeing to this condition is understandable.
"There's a third condition." Mo Feng's tone grew heavy, and he glanced down at his heart area, "If I remember correctly, you fired with your left hand back then, right?"
"Yes."
"Considering our past relationship, I won't take your life, but those two shots I took can't be in vain, so, leave your left hand."
"..."
Mo Feng laughed mockingly, "As long as you agree to these three conditions, I'll let bygones be bygones. So, do you want to think it over carefully?"
"No need." He answered decisively, "I agree. Tomorrow night, go to Jinjue, I'll be waiting for you there."
"Alright, see you tomorrow night then."
Mo Feng hung up the phone and raised an eyebrow at Gu Nanqiao.
Gu Nanqiao stood there for a long time without moving, her legs were already a bit numb.
But she couldn't figure out if it was her legs that were numb, or her heart.
