There was silence.
"Is that all?"
Sun Ming lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
Sun Ming also knew what he said was not enough to impress him and he swallowed hard, desperately searching his mind for something else to save his life.
The cold sweat dripped into his eyes and stung, the harsh burn seemed to suddenly stimulate his memory and something that he had previously forgotten came to mind.
His eyes lit up and he rushed to speak, "The last time I was with Da Zhao at a banquet, he got drunk and I was persuading him to go back."
"He was happy and told me this was his last batch of goods before he would definitely live a good life."
He swallowed again, breathing rushed,
"When I was persuading him, a paper with an address fell from his pocket and I memorized it just in case it was important before putting it back."
"Da Zhao didn't know I saw it."
