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Pei Yunmeng glanced at her thin clothing, a slight smile on his lips.
"It is very cold, let's go inside."
Lu Tong stood up and walked toward the courtyard, as Pei Yunmeng sheathed his sword and followed her in.
The pawn shop soldiers surrounding them exchanged puzzled glances, giving each other weird looks. The way Lord Zhao Ning's Princely Heir treated this female physician was indeed strange, excessively indulgent. There has never been an investigator who treated the investigated with such courtesy and politeness. Even though the Marshal always had a way with ladies, he was never this patient with other women.
Only Lu Tong knew how fake the kindness of the person beside her was.
The security of the street shops was not under the control of the Palace Front Office, and his visit late at night was definitely not on a whim. It was simply because he had long suspected her and just took the opportunity to act.
Indeed, Pei Yunmeng had long harbored suspicions about her.
