Shen Mochen once again examined the iron box left by Xiao Xingshuang, which contained tens of thousands of currency. Roughly equivalent to an ordinary Roman's annual income, apart from that, there was nothing else.
He felt a vague sense of foreboding, not knowing what tasks the Guardians needed to perform that required being absent for so long.
What kind of protection could a small Xiao Xingshuang provide him? Yet, she was indeed very important. Perhaps it was because she was the first person Shen Mochen saw upon opening his eyes, or perhaps because she gave Shen Mochen a sense of familiarity, or maybe because of her innocence, her pain, her beauty…
This small space had already become a "home" in Shen Mochen's heart. Now the family was gone, but what could he do?
Shen Mochen hesitated for a few days before once again entering the boss's office.
"Oh, my child, is there anything I can help you with?" Ivan smiled.
