Uncle Ming spent much less time inside than Tong Xiaohua, emerging after only a few minutes with a look similar to that of Tong Xiaohua's when she had come out.
Calm and unreadable, betraying no emotion.
Li Lin watched him uneasily, but Uncle Ming didn't look at him, walking straight over to sit beside Tong Xiaohua.
"You rushed off earlier, Young Master Yan wasn't upset, was he?"
It was only now that Uncle Ming had the time and disposition to discuss the matter with Tong Xiaohua.
Tong Xiaohua shook her head, "He won't be!"
Tong Xiaohua didn't know much about Yan Bo, and her assessment of him was largely based on intuition.
Uncle Ming nodded, and whether intentionally or not, he let out a long sigh.
"These days, it's hard to say who can be trusted and who can't!"
Tong Xiaohua remained silent, but the remark made Li Lin hang his head in shame.
"Xiao Hua, there's not much left to handle here, you go back first. I'll take care of what follows," Uncle Ming said.
