ar in Nangan, inside a presidential-level private suite.Still, two tall men sat.Lu Liming yawned, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand, and looked at Fu Mo寒 who was drinking one glass after...Too familiar, to the point that Lin Jinran's movements froze, and unconsciously, her mind recalled Fu Mo'han's voice.ick it up, and threw it in the trash can."Night Owl cares about you a lot. I don't want him to have his heart split too many ways, because distraction makes his missions harder. You understand, right"...