Over the next month, Qi Si always heard the news of Shen Yan one step too late.
Shen Yan, who had moved from country to country within this month, seemed to vanish and reappear like a ghost, striking precisely at the scattered bases of the external forces, one after the other, cleaning them up neatly.
While Shen Yan swept ahead, Qi Si was responsible for trailing behind to clean up any remaining traces.
Throughout it all, the two exhibited a perfect tacit understanding.
It was just that every time he failed to catch a glimpse of Shen Yan, Qi Si felt both annoyed and amused.
Hearing about her causing turmoil somewhere, Qi Si's heart would tighten with anxiety.
Only when he followed her trail and knew that she was all right, would he relax.
Going back and forth in this turmoil, Qi Si had grown somewhat accustomed to it.
She was like an indestructible cockroach, stubbornly resilient beyond his imagination.
