His eyes darkened, Mu Yihan slowly backed away and leaned against the wall, staring quietly.

The moonlight shines on the deep eyes, giving off a blurry luster.

Soon, Nikita hung up the phone, put away the phone and leaned against the wall on the other side, looking across the car.

Although the agreed time has been changed to tomorrow, being stuck here seems to be no solution.

Nikita was thinking about asking someone to pick her up?

But if the person following him is really waiting outside, does that mean he is also involved?

Then I thought again, why would someone follow me?

She just came back, she knew only a handful of people here, and she asked herself, she didn’t offend anyone?

Who would be willing to wait outside the embassy to follow her?

Is it worth taking such a big risk?

Or is it that the person the other party wants to track is not you at all, but...

She raised her eyes and ran straight into Mu Yihan's eyes that had been staring at her. He paused and asked calmly, "The person those people want to follow is actually the woman who looks very similar to me, right?"

I always feel that things are not that simple.

It wouldn't make sense if those people were following her.

But if the other people at tonight's banquet mistook her for her at a glance, then it wouldn't be impossible.

But--

If that woman knows everyone in front of her, it means her identity is not simple.

Why do women who are not simple have to be followed?

Could that woman be a spy?

A bold guess, Nikita didn't realize that what she was thinking was reflected on her face. She was deep in thought, with unpredictable expressions, but she looked extremely cute.

"She is just an ordinary woman, just my wife."

He spoke in a low voice, interrupting the woman's contemplation.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened in disbelief, "You said that woman who looks very similar to me is your wife."

Looking into those surprised eyes, Mu Yihan stood up and walked towards her, "Is my wife that surprised?"

After all, she is his wife, not her.

Xinran flashed across her cold and beautiful face, and Nikita quickly returned to normal, slightly curling her lips, sarcastically, "So you are also following me? Just because I look very similar to your late wife?"

suddenly--

Mu Yihan's eyes suddenly sank, and he quickly came to her, placing his hands on her sides with a snap, trapping her in his arms.

"How do you know she has passed away?" His eyes were deep, and he stared at her very quietly and deeply, as if he wanted to see through the heart, soul, bones and blood of a person. It was as sharp as a bloody blade whizzing towards her, leaving no room for error.

Nikita suddenly fell into that dark gaze, her heartbeat suddenly increased, as if she was trapped on a cliff, and her body would be broken into pieces if she took even one step, which made people have to be extremely cautious in everything.

Looking away almost in embarrassment, Nikita said with a pause: "I, I heard what others said."

Seeing that she looked away in panic and replied calmly, Mu Yihan slowly removed the sharpness in his eyes, his face was calm in the boundless darkness, his handsome eyebrows were slightly raised, waiting for her to continue.

Knowing these few words, he was definitely not satisfied, and said again: "It's Ian, Mo Yuchen!"

Mu Yihan suddenly changed. A dark light passed through his deep eyes, causing a wave of shock. He raised the corner of his mouth coldly, "Do you know Mo Yuchen?"

Nikita nodded slightly, lowered her eyes and hesitated for a moment before replying in a deep voice, "I know you."
Chapter completed!