A fashion queen

Mo Yunting's expression grew increasingly solemn. His eagle-like gaze fixed intently on the horizon, as if he were trying to see through the void. Then, he spoke slowly, word by word, "According to Song Yuhang, he accidentally overheard a conversation between Bai Tingting and a mysterious individual, which unexpectedly involved a secretive group called the 'Shadow Organization.'"

Upon hearing this, Cui Xueying frowned, a puzzled light flickering in her beautiful eyes. She parted her cherry lips and whispered softly, "Shadow Organization? Why does it sound so familiar..."

Seeing this, Mo Yunting's face flickered with suspicion. He pondered to himself, "This little girl's every move is usually under my control. Besides, she's not from this world, and she's just learning about everything. How could she have heard of that mysterious organization? Could there be something else going on?"

Just when Mo Yunting was feeling doubtful, Cui Xueying paused for a moment, as if trying to recall something, and then said softly: "Well, I just suddenly remembered that I had heard of the name of this organization by chance." At this point, she thought for a moment, and then continued: "I remember my father once mentioned this organization. It is said that it seems to be secretly manipulating many crucial events, but as for the specific details, I don't know." After that, Cui Xueying shook her head slightly, indicating that this was all she knew.

Mo Yunting narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that this shadow organization is indeed extraordinary! However, to this day, we still have no clue about Bai Tingting's whereabouts."

Cui Xueying, standing nearby, frowned. After a moment's thought, she suggested, "Since Song Yuhang keeps claiming to have evidence, let's first examine the nature of that evidence. At the same time, we shouldn't neglect to delve deeper into Bai Tingting's background. Perhaps we can uncover some clues."

"Background?" Mo Yunting's furrowed brows seemed to be gently smoothed by an invisible hand, and suddenly enlightenment dawned on him. Indeed, for so long, he had been so focused on tracking down the mysterious organization behind Bai Tingting that he had overlooked a crucial question: why were they so obsessed with Bai Tingting? Despite her already notorious reputation, those people still cherished her like a treasure, unwilling to part with this chess piece. Could it be that... this was inextricably linked to Bai Tingting's background?

Mo Yunting nodded slightly in agreement. "Well, you're right. If that's the case, we can't delay any longer. We must act decisively and immediately!" Before he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head, reached into his trouser pocket, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a sleek cell phone. Without hesitation, he punched a series of numbers and dialed Secretary Wang's number.

After the other party answered, Mo Yunting gave him an order in an unquestionable tone: "Wang Yun, listen carefully! Immediately send more people to investigate all the information about Bai Tingting's life experience and the connection between her and the Shadow Organization. Remember, I want a definitive answer by tomorrow at the latest! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Mo!" Wang Yun's resounding voice echoed from the other end of the line, so loud it seemed to penetrate the walls. Clearly, he had no hesitation in following Mo Yunting's orders, demonstrating absolute loyalty and execution.

After hanging up the phone, a subtle hint of tenderness appeared on Mo Yunting's stern face. At this moment, he seemed to have some kind of plan or expectation in mind, and all of this would slowly surface as the mystery of Bai Tingting's life gradually unfolded...

He slowly turned around, staring at the person in front of him with his eyes as sharp as torches, and spoke softly, "Okay, now I have said everything I need to say, so should we continue what was unfinished between us just now?" His voice contained a hint of expectation and tenderness, which made people's hearts flutter and unable to control themselves.

He slowly lowered his head and approached, his eyes revealing an endless tenderness. Carefully, he reached out and gently grasped Cui Xueying's soft, boneless hand, carefully savoring the warmth emanating from it. His palm was broad and warm, like the warm sun on a winter's day, bringing an unprecedented sense of security.