Chapter 835
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Fatty was confused. Even if he managed to react, he didn't dare to ask.
How was he supposed to ask?
What was Little Spade doing?
Who would wear a ticket inspector's uniform for no reason?
He was obviously hiding something.
But Fatty felt that his boss must have seen wrongly.
The person in front of him was a size fatter than Little Spade.
Fatty hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Young Master, did you get the wrong person?"
This time, Qin Mo didn't type. He turned his head and lowered his voice, enunciating each word coldly. "What did I get wrong, the boy I like?"
His earpiece turned cold again.
Magician's feet slipped. He had been wondering why Young Master was acting so strangely today. So he had been abandoned.
Fatty was also a blind man. He asked so many questions, but why didn't he get to the main point? For example, why did the person who abandoned the young master appear here?
Wait a minute!
Ticket inspector?
Magician abruptly stopped in his tracks and subconsciously turned around to look for the bespectacled ticketing attendant that he had bumped into earlier. However, the attendant was long gone. His fingers pressed on his earphones. "I just ran into him, he was near the locker."
Qin Mo's fingers moved slightly. "Magician, go downstairs and bring Aardwolf up."
"Go downstairs? But the thing … "Magician didn't understand why Young Master had suddenly changed his mind.
Before he could finish, he saw another sentence appear in the group chat. "The things in the cabinet are gone."
Gone?
Magician's eyes widened. "Young Master, you mean, the ticket inspector …" What the heck, wasn't that the boy you liked? Why was he stealing from us? He didn't dare to ask the last sentence, leaving it regretfully.
Qin Mo didn't let Magician continue looking.
It was simple. Since the two of them had met, Magician's current appearance should have been exposed too.
It was better to leave it at the exit.
Even if that fellow climbed out from the ceiling, he would shrink back when he saw a familiar face!
Qin Mo hung up the phone. His eyes were so cold that no one could feel any warmth.
Ticket inspector?
It was fortunate that she had planned it so thoroughly.
She had been acting so well.
Had she been trying to escape from the start?
Qin Mo had always been someone who had difficulty sensing the emotions around him.
It had been since he was young.
He had always been able to suppress his emotions.
But even so …
There was also a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He sat there as if he was alone. He clenched his fingers, like a pine tree in a green mountain.
What he cared about was never that guy's restless habits.
Where did the ticket inspector uniform come from?
How did that guy avoid the crowd and sneak into the theater one step ahead of them?
During the race, was that guy looking at the route or someone?
These thoughts flashed through Qin Mo's mind.
In the end, they were all swallowed back into his throat, as if they were cut by a knife.
But Qin Mo was still Qin Mo.
Even so, his gaze was still fixed on the phone in You Hongliang's right hand until it vibrated.
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