Presidential suite, Four Seas Hotel.
The servant was packing Nangong Mo’s luggage and found a stack of unopened documents on the desk: "Fourth Master, should this document be destroyed or retained?"
Nangong Mo, dressed in dark silk pajamas, leaned lazily on the golden velvet chaise lounge, exuding an air of gloomy twilight.
He was reviewing the field survey maps of the mountain cemetery sent by Master Wu Ming.
Upon hearing the question, he lazily replied, "Open it and see what it is."
The servant carefully opened the big envelope with a paper knife and was somewhat surprised: "It’s a female student’s information... Zuzi Xi, senior class, East Sea Class at Qingcheng High School..."
Nangong Mo raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of nonchalance.
"Oh, that little girl."
When Nangong Meng had an incident, his subordinates investigated Zuzi Xi’s information and delivered it to him, but he had never had the time to look at it.
Now he casually picked it up and flipped through it.
The resume was so ugly; what a complete mess.
This academic failure messed up Nangong Meng, a top student, turning him into neither human nor ghost, and even took down his fifteen bodyguards?
Nangong Mo couldn’t help but turn a few more pages.
Generally, such investigation documents usually have a photo of the subject attached.
In Zuzi Xi’s documents, there was actually no photo.
Not even an ID photo was present.
There was only a recent class photo, where she had to be identified among the crowd.
Luckily, everyone’s name was printed on the back of the class photo, corresponding to their positions.
Nangong Mo turned it over and found Zuzi Xi’s name in the C position.
When he flipped the photo again to confirm Zuzi Xi at the C position, he discovered that there was no one in the C position at all!
There was an empty spot there, with no one!
Nangong Mo’s eyes deepened, his long eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Little girl, you’re interesting..."
His gaze swept over the name "Zuzi Xi."
This name etched itself into his mind.
Bai Fei had been quite distressed lately.
Ever since Master Wu Ming told him that a great disaster was looming and his days were numbered, he had been worried every day, extremely cautious, and avoided going out whenever possible.
If Mr. Bo’s soldiers needed medical attention, they had to come to his room, and no aggressive items were allowed on them.
As for meals, they had to be delivered to his room.
He could no longer roam near the grave pits to observe the soldiers burying them like before.
He thought that as long as he didn’t go out, he wouldn’t encounter any disasters, right?
Enduring day after day, he almost grew green hair from not seeing sunlight in his room. Eventually, Mr. Bo’s subordinates informed him: "Mr. Bai, the work here is finished, you can withdraw now."
Bai Fei let out a cheer: "Wow!"
What’s this feeling like being released from prison?
Clearly, he came with precious medicinal herbs, using exceptional medical skills to support Mr. Bo’s endeavors!
The soldiers escorted him to Qingcheng City District.
Bai Fei initially planned to take a bath, shave, dress handsomely, and surprise Zuzi Xi.
Who knew the soldiers didn’t give him the chance: "Mr. Bai, Mr. Bo bought a plane ticket for you. Please return to the imperial capital immediately. Your parents miss you very much and wish for you to be a filial son."
Bai Fei’s face fell: "Bao Gucheng! You’re insidious! You’re cunning! If you don’t want me to see the little fairy just say it directly, this excuse is too shameless!"
He didn’t know how many more days he could live, and he couldn’t even fulfill the small wish of seeing Zuzi Xi, sob sob.