"Qin Si?"
Shang Zonghai pondered for a moment, his deep gaze gradually becoming lucid, "Is it the young man that Ning Yuanhang brought to the Shang family's old house before?"
Ning Yuanhang, Chief of Parma.
About seven or eight years ago, two strangers suddenly appeared in the Tribal Chief's Mansion of Ning Yuanhang.
An elderly elder, and a sickly young man.
Shang Zonghai remembered this incident.
His confidant nodded vigorously, eyes still brimming with ecstasy, "Exactly, exactly, it's him."
Hearing this, Shang Yu and Shang Zonghai exchanged glances, their expressions no longer as imposing as before.
Shang Zonghai fiddled with the Buddha Beads, lamenting, "I didn't expect this Qin Si to be so low-profile normally, yet in a critical moment, he stepped forward."
As he spoke, he turned to his confidant, confirming repeatedly, "That brat really is unharmed?"
