After Duan Yun left, Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue were still sitting in the tea house, visibly unsettled.
On the table was the tea personally poured by Old Demon Duan.
No matter what, the current Old Demon Duan was a significant figure they could only look up to.
Yet his manner was exceedingly polite, so polite it was frightening.
Leng Yimeng voiced her doubts, "He didn't capture and imprison us; has Old Demon Duan gone mad?"
Leng Yixue shook her head, "I don't know."
One shouldn't bother guessing Old Demon Duan's thoughts.
"Sis, what do we do now? Are we really going to help him find Doctor Xue?" Leng Yimeng asked, perplexed.
It was unexpected for her, not to have been captured by Old Demon Duan.
Leng Yixue fell silent.
"Do you really want to help him?" Leng Yimeng asked with surprise.
Leng Yixue bit her lip and said, "I just want to know the truth."
"Do you think what he said is credible? Would Doctor Xue lie?"
"What do you think?"
