"But still, you don't have any proof to say all of them are spies," Zhong said with a frown.
Ambai gave him the stink eyes. "What else does it means? I can't come to any other conclusion other than this. I've been thinking long and hard," she whined.
"Well, let's search for more information. Have you tried the library," He whispered.
"Yes, I've checked every book there. Trust me, I had too man sleepless nights because of that,"
"Hmm, there might be some new info here," he said.
He went to the nearby bookshelf and started flipping through each one of them.
"I'm pretty sure they are spies." She whispered.
"I'm pretty sure they are not, and keep quiet, your father is in the secret chamber he might hear us," he whispered, busy flipping though a thick book.
"Hump, fine," she whispered.
She started flipping through all the reports. Another report was hidden in between a book.
"Hey look at this," she beckoned him close.
The record read, 'Report of soup poisoning.'
