Meng Tinghao was truly antsy, to the point where he had started to talk about eating bamboo shoots.
Hearing Meng Tinghao's words, Feng Jingtu hesitated, then forced a bitter smile and said, "Elder, please don't be so impatient. I am not blindly trusting Yang Zhen. It's only because my grandfather, who has not spoken for two years, chose to communicate with Yang Zhen for the first time... and he did it through secret message transmission..."
"What?" Meng Tinghao's eyes widened as he stared at Feng Jingtu, "Secret message transmission? Elder Feng actually took the initiative to communicate with Yang Zhen on his own?"
Saying that, Meng Tinghao and the elder in the purple robes exchanged looks, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
