Feeling as though she might have overheard some secrets, Ji Wei's heart instantly clenched.
Inside the room, the conversation between the two continued.
"I'll find a way to gather more intel on the mafia's operations over there and lend you a hand," Ye Cheng extinguished the cigarette that was almost burnt out in the ashtray, then lifted his gaze to Gu Moqian.
"Thank you."
Gu Moqian rarely expressed gratitude to anyone, and Ye Cheng knew that those two simple words carried significant weight.
Ye Cheng curled his lips in a low chuckle. "Thank me for what? If it weren't for you back then, I'd probably no longer be in this world."
Gu Moqian looked at his longtime friend, whose enchanting eyes revealed traces of loneliness, and suddenly spoke again, "Speaking of which, last night Ji Wei and I managed to escape safely, and it's partly thanks to you."
Ye Cheng looked at him with confusion.
