At night.
Liu Yang walked toward the inn in brisk steps, making sure to reach it as fast as he could. It seemed he found out something, as a trace of irritation appeared on his face.
When he entered the room belonging to him and the mist man, he found that the latter had already arrived and was sitting in deep meditation. At the sound of the door opening, Memory Yu Weimin opened his eyes and looked at the other person's face.
He immediately understood what had happened. But he didn't stand up and say, "You visited the graveyard owner?"
Liu Yang didn't bother hiding his expression as he walked over and grabbed the other by his collar. His eyes were filled with a little trace of anger. "You're here for a reason, aren't you?"
Memory Yu Weimin was so surprised by that expression that he couldn't speak for a moment. His heart skipped a bit. That kind of expression made Liu Yang even more attractive. His face turned red in an instant as he stared at the man.
