Mo Beiyan glanced sideways, picked up his glass, and the guard hurriedly poured whisky. "Follow him, he'll definitely meet someone. We'll just wait and see."
"Yes," the guard nodded and after a moment of silence, suddenly asked, "Eldest Young Master..."
He seemed hesitant, and Mo Beiyan frowned impatiently, "What?"
"Miss Moo is still in the hands of that man. Maybe... should we get someone to rescue Miss Moo?"
"Rescue? What if he gets suspicious with this move," Mo Beiyan took a sip of wine, swirling the glass. "We'd lose everything. This kind of thing is already troublesome; playing a drama is exhausting. Do you think I have nothing better to do? I'm exhausted, damn it."
"But what about Miss Moo's safety, that man might do something..."
