In other words, as long as I don't give myself away, even if Mokaka and that white-haired maid are extremely vigilant, they won't notice Silver Needle.
Time passed, second by second.
Every inch the clock hand moved forward, the heavy stone in Yang Qian's heart lifted slightly.
...
"Seven minutes left."
Yang Qian glanced at his watch, silently calculating in his mind.
He could feel Mokaka had already noticed him; her gaze occasionally flicked toward him.
"If I don't say something soon, it might arouse this little girl's suspicion..."
Yang Qian gritted his teeth, knowing he should make a decision early.
But the problem was, how should he start speaking without appearing abrupt?
"You..."
But just as Yang Qian hesitated, Mokaka spoke first.
She curiously examined Yang Qian from head to toe before asking, puzzled, "Are you also a guest who received an invitation from the Starlight Welfare Institute? Are you a soldier? A civilian representative? Or a Lower City business owner?"
