"Yiling, is he telling me the truth?" Zhai Yunsheng asked as he looked at Jian Yiling.
A pair of deep and dark eyes gazed at her.
Jian Yiling's hand that was gripped onto Zhai Yunsheng's waist tightened.
"Fake… Fake…"
Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.
"Then tell me, what is he here for?"
"He… The compass…"
Jian Yiling whispered as she nervously hugged Zhai Yunsheng.
She was anxious.
"He wants the Goodman family compass?" Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling. He roughly understood her words.
Jian Yiling nodded as she continued to lean against Zhai Yunsheng's chest. As she was nodding, she bumped Zhai Yunsheng's chest a few times with her head.
Upon receiving this response, Zhai Yunsheng's eyes darkened when he looked at the middle-aged man again.
