After leaving the meeting center, Luo Ziling accompanied Yang Qingyin to a sumptuous dinner.
The two of them went to the Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant near the square and enjoyed a roast duck along with other delicacies.
"Today you were frightened, let me make it up to you," Luo Ziling placed the crispy roasted duck meat into Yang Qingyin's bowl and said with a smile, "Anyway, you won't get fat, eat a bit more. Next time, when danger strikes, you can run faster."
"Today was truly terrifying," Yang Qingyin still felt a bit scared when recalling the day's events, "If we had been more absorbed in our play without noticing anything unusual, things could have turned out very differently. It's frightening that two assassins came to kill us."
Hearing Yang Qingyin say this, Luo Ziling suddenly thought of something: "Strange, why was our whereabouts so easily exposed?"
Luo Ziling's words shocked Yang Qingyin. "Are you suspecting there's a traitor among those around us?"
