But Yan Wanqing didn't say it, she felt that this matter was very strange.
And just at this critical juncture, the twin brother who had been missing for eighteen years appeared.
It all felt tinged with the scent of a conspiracy.
Watching Huai Yu's joyous demeanor, Yan Wanqing ultimately swallowed all the suspicions she harbored, as she was in the Northern Border, and she would never let anyone harm Huai Yu.
She wanted to see just what vile and despicable tricks these evil spirits and demons would resort to.
"You're not in a rush to go back today?" Yan Wanqing asked.
Huai Yu revealed a bitter smile, "I heard they came to see you, they'd probably prefer it if I didn't go back."
"So true." Wu Zhen was a living embodiment of authenticity.
"You've been sitting in this teahouse all afternoon, don't you plan to visit other places?"
Yan Wanqing shook her head and squinted at the tailor shop across the street, "Let's wait a bit longer."
