"Them?"
Zhao Yuanlang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Yes, them. They are my subordinates. You should know that they have always been urging me to return to the country,"
Lin Xiner spoke in an exceptionally indifferent tone, looking up at Zhao Yuanlang.
"Yes, I've always known. They kept in touch with you, wanting you to leave."
Zhao Yuanlang forced a smile. How could he not know?
Back then, no matter how much he guarded against and schemed, he still couldn't stop her subordinates from making her want to return.
"Do you have any other questions?"
The corners of Lin Xiner's mouth lifted slightly as she asked softly.
With clenched teeth, Zhao Yuanlang asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "Who was it that took action that year? Was it Zhao Dun or your people?"
Although he didn't specify when, Lin Xiner naturally understood what time he was referring to.
