C130 Hotel Meet

"Young master …"

Fang Ze watched as his young master picked up his coat in a hurry, looking ready to leave. He couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"The organization's people must still be keeping an eye on you. If you go, isn't it equivalent to bringing Miss Ye into a trap?"

Mu Tingxiao's fingertips turned white, and his dark pupils became as cold as the winter night