He called her Number 21, which meant that he still treated her as a bad woman on a mission.
He kept reminding himself how badly he had been hurt by this Number 21!
He still could not walk out from the pain of the past!
Long Ming narrowed his cold eyes and slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke.
A faint smile appeared on his thin lips. "What else should I call you? Miss Tang?"
Xiao Ying lowered her eyes. "Miss Tang or Xiao Ying are fine. I've already left the organization for many years. Don't remind me again and again that I'm Number 21, the person who charmed countless men back then."
Long Ming stared at Xiao Ying's angry face with cold eyes. He threw the cigar he had smoked to the ground and scoffed coldly. "You can lie to yourself that you were once a pure and noble woman just because I don't call you Number 21?"