Rong Ye and An Mo had never been known for having much patience, especially when it concerned Su Qinglan. The moment they caught up with the old man on the quiet forest road, neither of them bothered with pleasantries.
"What did you tell her?!" Rong Ye growled.
An Mo's expression remained colder than ice. He walked over, his tall shadow looming over the old man. "Speak."
The old man lay completely motionless on the grass, refusing to answer.
An Mo's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Still pretending?" He grabbed the old man by his dusty collar, hauling him up with one hand.
Bang!
Another heavy punch connected, throwing the old man's body several meters away. Dust rose thick from the ground.
Rong Ye followed immediately, stepping into the cloud of dust. "Tell us what you said to her!"
Silence. The old man didn't say a single word. Not even a groan escaped his lips.
Rong Ye's expression darkened. He walked right up to him. "Are you deaf? Or are you deliberately refusing to speak?"
