…
All right.
She had underestimated him.
Did he really need to be so sharp?
Or could it be… he had secretly been trained by the CIA?
Otherwise, how could both his mind and physical skills be top-notch?
Tong Ran felt a slight shock in her heart, yet her expression remained unchanged. She took two steps to the side and pointed to a protrusion on the right corner of the balcony, "When I was climbing down, I first stood here, then I accidentally stepped into empty air, and when I fell, my left hand was slashed by that sharp edge, creating a long, fine cut… and then, blood spurted out…"
As she spoke, Tong Ran was secretly relieved that she had made the necessary preparations, even smearing tomato juice on the protrusion, otherwise it would have looked too fake.
As she told her story, Mo Nanjue's brows furrowed tightly, and his gaze occasionally flickered to the spot she pointed to.
He didn't seem to completely believe her words.