Yang Qingxi nodded.
"To negotiate, or threaten someone."
"Or maybe to uncover something."
Neither of them knew the exact reason. However, both felt they were getting closer to the truth.
The room gradually became quiet again.
Outside the window, morning sunlight illuminated the snowy mountains.
Inside the room, Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged glances.
Although they still lacked answers, at least they finally had a direction.
And for now... That was enough.
***
Just then, both of them sensed someone approaching the room.
Knock.
Su Mo stood up and walked over to open the door.
Outside stood Song Meilin. The exhaustion in her eyes was obvious. Between the Pishacha invasion, the elders' meeting, the attack during the night, and now this matter, she looked as though she hadn't properly rested in days.
"Sister Song."
Su Mo gave a nod.
Seeing him, Song Meilin secretly let out a sigh of relief.
At the very least, he looked calmer than last night.
