Li Mumu couldn't help but gasp, instinctively asking, "Who is it?"
She was curious to know who dared to be so bold.
"Not clear yet, but the phone that received the SMS is with me. Once we get back, I'll have someone investigate immediately," Bei Mo said.
"Also, that group said they didn't knock me out, so I might have been attacked by someone else." Although Bei Mo didn't specify who, Li Mumu could tell he was implying Gyor.
Li Mumu glanced back at Gyor, who was standing quietly in the corner not far away.
The young man's eyes were clear, and now he wore a bitter smile, "It really wasn't me..."
"Alright, alright, can we not talk about this anymore? It's getting late, I need to head home for dinner!" Li Mumu was overwhelmed and chose to avoid the matter like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, grabbing her backpack and running outside.
