"I don't know either, maybe it's one of Ling Mohan's people," Liang Qiu said.
"Ling Mohan is already a prisoner, how much trouble can he cause? If this were about a prisoner, Ye Huang would be losing face for his ancestors. Ye Huang must have found the treasure,"
Old Master Liang slowly said, his gaze twinkling, both wise and shrewd.
Liang Qiu bowed his head in silence.
"However, Liang Qiu, your recent performance has been very disappointing. Your mother suspects you've gone soft because of Bai Xiao, and she might not be wrong."
The moment of relief that Liang Qiu had just allowed himself tightened at Old Master Liang's reproach. Looking up, he said with a touch of sadness, "You all don't trust me, so I won't participate in future missions."
"Yes, you can't be the Executive Officer anymore," Madam Liang interjected, her bosom heaving wildly with anger, her face flush with indignation.
