Forty minutes later, Purple Cloud Mansion. Yin Mo changed into a tight, practical dark blue training outfit, her wavy long hair pinned up at the back, looking sharp and fresh. She stepped down from upstairs in combat boots, standing at the foot of the stairs, one leg on the higher step, dagger in hand, naturally tucking it into her boot. At this moment, He Chen stood by the window, holding a phone while on a call. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see Yin Mo’s motion of hiding the dagger. The man abruptly ended the call, crossing his arms lazily and said, "Baby, are you planning...to kill someone?" "Isn’t it to save someone?" Yin Mo adjusted the position of the dagger, straightened up, and looked at him inexplicably, "I didn’t bring a gun, should I?" He raised his lips playfully, gesturing for Yin Mo to come over, "Come here." The woman sauntered over to him with graceful steps, the short distance making He Chen’s mouth dry. Some people, no matter how simply they dress in tight training clothes, can’t hide their enchanting allure. Slender shoulders, a thin waist, a peach-shaped rear, long and straight beautiful legs... He Chen indulgently licked his corner of the mouth, his gaze seemingly glued to Yin Mo. Outside the window, the night was thick, Yin Mo came to him, "Hu..." He Chen fiercely wrapped her waist, spinning on his feet, pressing Yin Mo against the floor-to-ceiling window glass. His rough palms gripped her slim waist tightly, lowering his head to spill hot breaths, "Baby, do you really have to follow?" "Not necessarily." Yin Mo leaned back against the glass, tilting her head slightly, straightforwardly answered, "I can act on my own." Anyway, her people were already in motion, not afraid of missing a flaw in Rong Manli. He Chen’s hand gradually slid down her waistline, gazing deeply into Yin Mo’s face. After a while, he chuckled softly, kissed her forehead, and whispered reflective words, "I understand Shaoyan’s feelings back in Myanmar now." Shaoyan had tried numerous times to stop Li Qiao from fighting beside him, and although He Chen played the mediator, he also felt Shaoyan was making much ado about nothing. After all, everyone had witnessed Li Qiao’s skills and competence, there was no need to worry. At this moment, facing a similar scene, He Chen realized it wasn’t an overreaction, but a masculine sentiment of not wanting his woman to take risks. Yin Mo naturally couldn’t comprehend his cryptic sigh but instead pushed on He Chen’s shoulder, "Brother Lih’s Mercenary Group headquarters is in Nia State, should we call him along?" "Him?" He Chen wrapped an arm around Yin Mo’s slender waist, pulling her into his arms as he strolled to the sofa, "Your Brother Lih can barely protect himself, want him to go and lose his head?" Yin Mo discontentedly nudged him with her elbow, "Don’t talk nonsense, Brother Lih is very capable." He Chen lit a cigarette unhurriedly, asking with amusement, "Then you think I’m not capable enough, that such a small matter needs outside help?" "Of course not." Yin Mo explained earnestly, "Brother Lih is more familiar with Nia State than we are, if Rong Manli really hid Auntie, his help would be twice as effective." He Chen leaned back on the chair, narrowing his cold eyes inscrutably, "Baby, who said your mother-in-law is in Nia State?" Yin Mo was stunned, "What do you mean..." He Chen tapped her temple with his finger, "Think carefully with your not-so-sharp mind, would you openly go out to do something bad?" "She..." Yin Mo suddenly lifted her eyelids, muttering in realization, "A diversion tactic?" He Chen smiled briefly, "Not too dumb." Yin Mo pursed her lips, then leaned against the sofa lost in thought, "If Auntie is still in Parma, where could she be hidden? Rong Manli has hidden her for so many years, she can’t possibly not visit, is there no suspicious part in the tracks you checked?" He Chen sipped his cigarette, an icy fierceness beneath the messy hair covering his eyebrows, "Hm, otherwise why would I be tied down by her for so long?" Rong Manli acted too meticulously, all her movements were under control, yet there hadn’t been a single clue for months. Yin Mo noticed the change in He Chen’s mood, quickly covering his clenched fist with her palm, "Don’t worry, could you show me the information you’ve gathered?" The woman’s eyes purely reflected He Chen’s figure, calm like still waters yet exuding a gentle warmth. He Chen rolled his Adam’s apple, wrapping her hand with a reverse grip, extinguished the cigarette butt, and bent to open a drawer under the coffee table, taking out a thick file. Yin Mo took the file from him with a smile, withdrew her hand, and started to look through it seriously. The living room was quiet, only the occasional short messages served as the only background melody. Yin Mo read quickly, turning a page every half minute. About ten minutes later, she frowned tightly, looking at He Chen. At this moment, the man lazily reclined on the sofa, glanced at the file in her hand, "Finished reading?" Yin Mo shook her head, saying no, yet her face showed a subtly complex expression. Seeing this, He Chen raised his sharply defined jaw, "What did you find? Speak up." Yin Mo pressed her lips together, pondering as she said, "Just looking at the file, there’s no problem." He Chen didn’t urge her, slowly puffing his cigarette, "Continue." "But..." Yin Mo turned back to the first page of the file, tapping on it with her finger, "She goes to the He Family company every day." Rong Manli’s activity record was very detailed, so detailed that even the schedule of her staying at the He Family’s old house was clearly recorded. Whom she met every day, what she did, no detail too small. At this point, He Chen flicked ash into the ashtray, "Makes sense, ever since the old man had a stroke, she’s been acting as the proxy chairman of the He Family Enterprise." He Qing acted as the executive president. Yin Mo kept shaking her head, her expression becoming more serious, "What I mean is, could she have hidden Auntie at the company?" He Chen was about to say no, but looking at the woman’s stern demeanor, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Yin Mo herself knew the idea was odd, even absurdly laughable. But her line of thinking differed from ordinary people, the more overlooked details, the more Yin Mo focused on them. Perhaps thinking He Chen didn’t believe her, Yin Mo moved closer to him, pointing at the records on the file to analyze, "Three months of records, with no abnormal behavior from her, if you are certain Auntie is alive, then the He Family company is the only possible place to hide her. She painstakingly hid someone, to avoid exposure, she must hide them where no one would think yet can be seen anytime. Look at the records, besides weekends, she goes to the company every single day." Yin Mo emphasized "every day" again, maybe fearing He Chen might not understand, she patiently added, "You have a company, you’re also a boss, but you’re bound by mundane affairs that sometimes prevent you from going to the company, yet she, never."