"Old Tang, why did you bring me here? ..." An Yiqing couldn't handle Tang Zhifeng's gaze, which made her feel like a money tree, and sat down awkwardly, asking softly.
Tang Zhifeng naturally noticed An Yiqing's discomfort, smiled kindly, and looked at An Yiqing with an inscrutable expression.
"Girl, if I am not mistaken, you should have a treasure on you."
An Yiqing was startled inside, but her face remained calm as she quickly pondered where she might have slipped up. Old Jin was one she got out from the formation, Tang Zhifeng shouldn't know about him. After leaving the formation, to avoid suspicion, An Yiqing directly tucked Old Jin into her backpack, and there should have been no compromise.
But how did he know?
An Yiqing's heart gradually grew cautious.
