"Confessing is fine, but I want to know how you found me?" The stout man felt that he wouldn't be able to rest in peace without understanding this.
"Once you tell me everything, I'll let you know," Tang Jinghong replied calmly, seemingly indifferent to the man's response.
The stout man, plagued by a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, was almost on the verge of kneeling down in distress. "Quick, tell me, hurry up…"
Tang Jinghong just silently watched him, making no move.
The short clenched his sleeves, looking like he was about to break down. After a few breaths, he knelt on the ground dejectedly.
"I work for the lord of the eastern border. I don't do much but collect information about the capital for him. Just now, one of my men happened to encounter your secret guard and intercepted the letter using some methods."
The stout man looked up at Tang Jinghong, sweating profusely. "Can you tell me now?"
