Mo Yao was not like Mo Xiaobai, who would engage in pointless banter with Wushuang. When she spoke, she got straight to the point. During her unconsciousness, it was not advisable to move her, but now that she had woken up, staying here no longer served much purpose. The conditions in Rome were not much worse than those of the First Terrorist Organization, and her injuries were only superficial. There was no serious harm.
"Let's return to Rome," Wushuang said indifferently, hardly hesitating.
Mo Xiaobai and Mo Yao exchanged glances. Mo Yao nodded, "Alright, I'll arrange it. If nothing goes wrong, we'll leave the day after tomorrow."
It had been a while since the two of them left, and Mo Chen had been complaining endlessly. Feng Yun Lei Dian had all confided in Mo Yao, crying about their difficulties. With the versatile Mo Yao absent, Mo Chen could manage on his own but was inevitably a bit frantic.
