"Why haven't you completed the task yet?" came the cold, stern voice of a middle-aged woman.
It was her mother, Joanna.
Jian Xi instinctively straightened her body: "Almost there."
"Feng Huang said you have a man in Jiangcheng, is it true?"
Jian Xi clenched her phone tightly, suppressing her anger: "Did he tattle on me?"
"Jian, you're about to get engaged, it's fine to have fun, but don't go too far. After all, Feng Huang is the leader of the X Organization, you must consider his face!"
"Then I just won't get engaged." Jian Xi snorted coldly.
"No way!" Joanna's tone became more severe, "You must get engaged to Feng Huang."
"I don't like him."
"Like? Hah..." Joanna laughed mockingly, "A killer, playing with emotions now?"
Jian Xi fell silent.
As an assassin, she had known since childhood: an assassin should not touch emotions!
"Jian, I warn you! You can play however you want, but you cannot get pregnant!"
