"You rascal."
Double Leaf abruptly interrupted Motan's words, glaring at him fiercely: "Were you planning to set up this old lady earlier?"
Motan's expression froze, then he vigorously waved his hand and said, "No, no, I can guarantee, I absolutely have no intention of opposing you, Double Leaf..."
"Ah, I know that."
Gently wiping the dense sweat from her brow, Double Leaf impatiently said, "Let's put it another way, were you planning to set up 'Maeve Xiangluan'?"
Motan was silent for a few seconds, then awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose and nodded helplessly, "Kind of."
"How exactly did you plan to do it?"
Double Leaf pressed on, speaking rapidly, "After I left, did you chat alone with Fourteen about this and that?"
"Yes, there's indeed a bit of conversation, but he started it."
Motan nodded honestly, rubbing the tip of his nose with some embarrassment, "He was trying to recruit me to join [Massacre], a very formal recruitment, and his attitude was very firm."
