Mu Yu rubbed his temples, and familiar with the place, went to the second-floor room, removed his clothes, and entered the shower.
"Pitter-patter..."
The warm water cascaded down from above, falling on his body, allowing him to relax slightly and reflect on the past two days' experiences.
"Fang Zheng..."
She gently gathered her long hair, her beautiful eyes narrowing:
"What is your true identity?"
Mu Yuanchun had been pampered from a young age, with a frivolous and arrogant character, possessing many flaws, but definitely not an ignorant rich second generation.
This time.
The Mu Family entrusted him with the task instead of Mu Yu, which said it all.
However.
Mu Yuanchun, along with a dozen elite mercenaries, was unexpectedly wiped out cleanly in a short time, against everyone's expectations.
"Fang Zheng couldn't have done this alone..."
Pressing her lips, Mu Yu's heart felt a slight heaviness:
