or me, tailored just for me. 。Fu Mo Han's lips curled into a warm smile, his cold features like an ice cave that had melted. 。His dark eyes didn't miss any subtle expression on Mu Shaochen's face, but...Noor one-way glass in the room. Perhaps they thought that since he was wearing an ankle bracelet, he wouldn't be able to escape. 。So he didn't have to worry at all about being discovered with his ankle...