Aqiao lowered her head, following closely behind Mo Yu.
With his back to them, Chu Chen slowly closed the door, the corners of his lips curling up in a mocking cold sneer.
Did they really think he couldn't recognize them with those human skin masks on? Not even their voices were deliberately contained, exposing such an obvious flaw directly revealed their intelligence.
Entering the living room, Mo Yu habitually surveyed her surroundings, the black, white, and grey decor exuded a simplistic yet cold air.
"Sit." Chu Chen walked over, his voice deep and raspy.
Mo Yu retracted her gaze, her probing eyes landing on him, touching on his black clothes and the mask that never left his face. She asked indifferently, "Does Mr. Leng never find it uncomfortable to wear a mask at home?"
"I'm used to it." Chu Chen replied lukewarmly.
The two sat facing each other, an eerie silence suddenly spreading.
"What's the deal? Speak." Chu Chen asked straight to the point.
