They left the underground winery.
The early morning wind was slightly cool, dispersing the air on them that reeked of blood.
After working for an entire day, Lu Jingli stretched while being heavy-lidded. He could not help but mock, "Bro, don't you think that guy is weird?! He's told us so many classified information... but when we ask who that Yun Lan woman is, he wouldn't say anything... Our father is just the same. He won't tell us anything!
"Actually, I'm quite puzzled by this. Based on that old guy's personality that values the family and clan ideology, even if he met a woman he liked and couldn't help himself, he definitely wouldn't think of marrying her! But the words carved on the memorial tablet was his handwriting... I'm so curious! Do we want to investigate a little more?"
Lu Tingxiao replied, "There's no need."
