Luo He lazily leaned against the wall, looking up at Mei approaching from elsewhere, the playfulness in his eyes gradually fading into complete chill.
Seeing him, Mei's icy eyes clouded with displeasure, "Why are you acting on your own again? If the Pope finds out, he won't let you off."
Luo He said expressionlessly, "Qiao Chengxun can't run far. Send more people to search, he's definitely hiding nearby."
Mei frowned, "Aren't you afraid she'll blame you if you hurt this man?"
Luo He's cold eyes suddenly grew bloodthirsty, "If I don't kill him, how can I get Meimei..."
Mei immediately fell silent, unable to understand this man's thoughts.
Ever since that phone call he made to Wen Meimei, he became unpredictable and his methods have grown much more ruthless.
Indeed, without that woman, the murderous instincts within him fully awakened, which is good news for the Pope.
Ultimately, Mei didn't say anything and turned around to attend to her tasks.
