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The innkeeper deeply admired the youngster's generosity since he had experienced how terrifying Qin Mo could be. However, he seemed like a totally different person in front of the youngster, completely without the murderous aura from the night before, acting innocent.

Qin Mo was satisfied with the effect of his gaze. He didn't wish for outsiders to speak excessively in front of his prey. After all, he had no intention of breaking the disguise since the youngster's reaction was rather interesting. With the slightest signs of weakness, she would treasure him in her palms, coaxing him with kisses. It was a novel feeling.

Moreover, his prey wasn't dumb. It wouldn't be interesting if she innocently saw him as a good person. Judging from her expression, it was clear she had guessed what he had done but instead, she had sided with him, complimenting his actions, which made him smile.