The two siblings were startled by the voice and turned to look. A tall, slender man wearing a mask leaned against the door frame, his eyes brimming with amusement.
Instinctively, Dongzhi stepped in front of Sanglu and held his curved blade horizontally in front of him, his eyes filled with wariness.
"Big brother, is he your friend?"
Sanglu, seeing her brother's guarded demeanor, peeked out and asked cautiously, curiosity filling her eyes.
In the city of Hyderabad, the siblings communicated in Mandarin to ensure the secrecy of their conversations. Clearly, Sanglu had forgotten that Tang Luo had just been speaking Mandarin too.
