"Looks like that old fellow Bei Daohai still couldn't hold back." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Do you need my help?"
Leng Ruobing did not respond, and the room fell silent once more, with only the sound of a pen tip scraping across paper echoing.
After a long time, she seemed to let out a soft sigh, and a hint of exhaustion appeared on a face that showed no trace of age, "Right now, they don't dare to be too blatant,
just resorting to some low-level assassination harassment tactics, but this window paper will eventually be torn apart, and when that time comes, we'll see the real outcome."
With that, she paused slightly, then looked at Long Qie with calm eyes, "Xiao Ran... is she alright?"
The cold voice coming from behind made Long Qie stop in his tracks. He turned around to see Leng Ruobing's striking face showing a long-lost concern and a hint of fatigue that was hard to detect.
Long Qie frowned slightly, "She's fine, but you..."
