C28 Conspiracy

Bai Ya leaned against the bridge railing and carefully wiped his dagger. Jingyi and I stood to the side and looked at Mo Zhuyou, waiting for her to speak.

"You don't know my name, but you must have heard of my father." Mo Zhuyou sat by the bridge, her legs swinging back and forth.

Jingyi and I did not speak. We looked at Mo Zhuyou, waiting for her to continue