Chapter 1277: Who Are You

Downstairs,

it’s really fucking high!

Nan Jiaojiao stuck her head out; the window led straight down, with no horizontal bars for her feet, all flat.

There was an air conditioning unit on the left, but it was too far.

She would have to stretch herself fully to barely reach it.

Climbing over walls was really the last option.

For someone as cautious with their life as Nan Jiaojiao, who had done plenty of missions before, she was now purely a weak girl without any tools.

She glanced back at Song Yuan.

The back of the sofa faced her direction.

She could see Song Yuan’s head leaning on the sofa earlier, but now she couldn’t even see her head, nor hear any voices.

The smoke in the room couldn’t escape, and occasionally Song Yuan coughed, but the coughing became weaker and weaker.

Suddenly, a surge of heroism filled Nan Jiaojiao’s heart.

Gritting her teeth, she extended her foot.

Just as she almost did a split, the tip of her toes reached the rack of the external unit.

She held onto the windowsill, reaching further.

Almost there, almost, half of her foot could get on.

Just a little bit more to steady herself.

“Ah!!”

At the crucial moment, a woman’s frightened scream came from below her feet.

A few society ladies chatting by the window saw Nan Jiaojiao and screamed, the sound startling Jiaojiao, almost making her slip.

Fortunately, her body reflexes honed as an assassin allowed her to grip the rack firmly.

“Look up!”

A male voice came from above her to the right.

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and saw a man’s hand reaching down as far as it could.

She reached out her hand, initially touching his fingertips.

She tried to get up, but the man stopped her, “Don’t move; your position is too dangerous.

I hooked something with my foot.

I’ll stretch down as hard as I can.

You quickly grab my hand.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded.

She saw that the man seemed to have more to say, glanced at her, then concealed himself again, half his body leaning out of the window.

His hip bones pressed against the windowsill, and at this moment, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed the man’s hand.

He was delighted and quickly swapped hands to firmly grasp her.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t entrust her whole body to him.

Once she had a firm grip, she alternated her feet against the wall, jumping and kicking as if she were a heroine in a TV series, traversing eaves and walls.

Xiao Yu instinctively wanted to hold her steady, but before he could reach her back, Nan Jiaojiao had already stepped onto the windowsill and flipped inside, landing steadily.

Her first words were: “That was close, lucky it was the left hand, or I’d be damned!”

“No wonder you wouldn’t use your right hand earlier, even though it was closer.”

Xiao Yu glanced specifically at her hand, “How did you get hurt like that?”

“Ah?”

It was then that Nan Jiaojiao took a proper look at her lifesaver, “Who are you?”

Xiao Yu…

“We’ve met, about twenty days ago, remember?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him, puzzled.

What a question.

Does he think she is a normal person!

Twenty days ago is a stretch to remember.

“I, with my mom, and you with your godmother, we…”

“Why do you swear so crudely!”

Nan Jiaojiao retaliated without even clearly listening to him.

Xiao Yu looked bewildered, not knowing which part he got wrong, and why she suddenly got so mad.

He rephrased it: “I meant that my mother and I, and you and your godmother Madam Pei, we had dinner together at a restaurant, and that night we also mentioned the deceased Uncle Bo Mu’s wife, Aunt Chan.

Then that night, you went to the bathroom, and I came out to look for you…”