"Mr. Qin?"
Xu Yuan's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
The last time he heard the name Qin Weijiu was during a casual conversation in Wanxiang City with Lou Ji, who mentioned him.
Lou Ji had said the woman named Yu Lan was as tight-lipped as those captured remnants of the buried village.
She didn't say a word, which Lou Ji really liked.
At that time, Xu Yuan took a moment to recall the head that Xu Changge had previously wrapped in a cloth bag.
Previously, when the main character Qin Mo came to steal Su Meimo,
Qin Weijiu had intervened to help block the attack, a noble two against one, but it ended with him being slaughtered like a dog by Xu Changge.
One was captured alive; the other escaped with injuries.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuan's expression became slightly peculiar, and he laughed as he asked,
"Qin Weijiu still has the mind to do these things. Has he recovered from his injuries yet?"
