The Duyi Lake was just an inch away from her, but Weisheng wasn't letting go of her sleeve. The last thing he wanted to see was watching her drowning in the lake. Zisheng had also caught up to them, watching them from a distance.
"I'll give you ten minutes," Xiaoling frowned, standing back up and pulling her sleeve from his hand, "If it's not convincing enough, you can see yourself out."
Weisheng took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak when Zisheng walked closer to them, making him cautiously turn to Zisheng.
"I want to talk as well," Zisheng said, looking at Xiaoling and ignoring Weisheng.
"Five minutes each, then," Xiaoling frowned. She wouldn't cater to people who weren't even honest with her.
Weisheng let Zisheng go first just to see what kind of manipulative tactics he would use now.
"I don't know why you want to go to the Duyi Lake," Zisheng murmured, "But I have a confession to make."
