Wei Ziyi was now frowning with her delicate eyebrows knotted together.
She looked back at Su Mo and made a throat-slitting gesture.
Su Mo hurriedly signaled her to calm down and see what was actually going on before taking any action.
Wei Ziyi watched with a sullen face.
It turned out that the person was pacing back and forth in front of the door, seemingly undergoing a great internal struggle.
Finally, they took out a small bamboo tube from their chest, fiddled with it, then stuffed it back into their chest.
They shook their head vehemently, stomped their foot, climbed up to the roof, and attempted to leave swiftly...
Wei Ziyi watched in confusion, her bewildered gaze shifting towards Su Mo.
Su Mo's face was strange as he shook his head slightly at the black-clothed man, who was once again hesitating on the roof.
The black-clothed man stood on the rooftop, hesitating for a long, long time.
For a full two hours, he did not move an inch.
