Number four peeked at song qingxiao's expression from the corner of her eye. She looked calm, and her eyes were bright and cold under the light. She didn't seem to be angry because he recognized the chaos green lamp.
She didn't even use her strength to order him around, but instead tried to be fair to him.
However, number four also knew that this peace and fairness might be built on the basis of her own tactfulness.
She allowed him to ask questions, but not too many. If it involved some secrets, she might not tell him, and asking would only bring trouble to himself.
After much thought, number four didn't know what to ask.
He wanted to ask song qingxiao where he got the chaos green lamp and its power. No matter what question he asked, number four felt that he was asking for death.
It was not easy to get such a chance to ask a question, but he actually had nothing to ask. Every muscle on number Four's face trembled with melancholy.
