Zhao Ling turned her head to regard Yan Xing, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her eyes. Though the notion of "personal questions" piqued her interest, she refrained from prying. Respecting the boundaries of others' private affairs, she saw no reason to delve further.
"Of course, I have no use for her," Zhao Ling replied with a slight nod, acknowledging Yan Xing's request.
"Thank you, young chief," Yan Xing expressed his gratitude.
Yan Xing's intention was to bring Mrs. Lian along for a separate interrogation regarding her connection to his own mother. Even though he had discovered the nature of the poison that had afflicted him, there were still lingering questions that only Mrs. Lian could answer.
