That night, Mo Chengyu was adjusting the parameters for Mo Si's face.
This wasn't plastic surgery, of course.
Mo Chengyu could use her own face without any reservations because she was a classified Federation agent who had never appeared in the limelight. Her identity was a secret.
Mo Si, however, was the Imperial Blade. He had given countless interviews, and photos of him were all over the Star Network.
He had to stay here for three months, and since Mo Chengyu didn't want to cut themselves off from their neighbor, Mo Si had no choice but to use a simulation face.
"If you were concerned about your safety, you wouldn't have let a stranger move in here."
"...It was an accident." Mo Chengyu was still debugging the data. "It was a fateful encounter, you know."
"Fateful encounter?" Mo Si repeated the two words. "The kind of fateful encounter that stems from a botched plan due to an operational error?"
"I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
