Not Even One-Tenth of Mrs. Fu's

Mu Taotao let out a soft laugh. Her tingling laughter was like that of a bell, and she looked at the blushing Little Lu, feeling as if she had encountered a pure-hearted young boy…

She was about to say something when her phone rang. She lowered her head and dug her phone out from her bag. The moment she saw that it was a call from her boss, she waved to Little Lu, saying, "I'll be making a move first!"

The young lady was wearing a pink scarf, and when she spoke, a faint fog came out from her mouth. However, it couldn't cover her big and bright eyes that had a hint of a smile in them.

Little Lu knew about Mu Taotao's identity. He had thought that killers like Mu Taotao, whose hands were stained in blood, should all be very cold. He hadn't expected that this young lady would like to smile so much.

"Alright! Be careful on the way!" Little Lu's ears were flushed red, and his expression was courteous and graceful.