Bei Fengjin didn't seem to take Bei Qingyue's probing questions much to heart.
He only said indifferently, "Friends. These two little ones like to come play chess with me and chat a bit."
Friends? This "friendship" really did come right on cue.
A man who's lived in seclusion for over a decade—what kind of friends could he possibly be with these two?
Looking at Baili Xia, a trace of disdain flashed through Bei Qingyue's eyes.
"Feng Jin, since you put it that way, I might as well make my purpose clear."
"I just want to verify one thing: when did this girl and her people get here?"
Her gaze swept over Wu Ming, who was sitting to the side calmly drinking tea.
She hadn't wanted to speak to Feng Jin with this kind of attitude, but these two really were an eyesore to her.
Bei Fengjin lifted his cup, then replied, "They've been here all night."
