I have a growing admiration for Lin Hang's youthful mind; he seems frivolous, yet his thoughts are meticulous.
A typical wolf in sheep's clothing, I used to put him in the same category as Yu Rongling.
Seems I misjudged; Yu Erha is genuinely foolish.
Lin Hang crouched, with his arms resting on his knees.
His deep temperament appeared mature, completely different from his frivolous smoothness during the day, "Not just Boss Zhu, I'm suspicious that the recent disappearances of several people are related to the Ten Thousand Poison Hall."
"How old are you to adopt such a world-weary appearance? Things will become clear in time," I reassured the deep-thinking youth like a senior, "Get some sleep if you can, I'll finish making the clothes, then we need to head to the Lin Family."
The processes for making the clothes in my hands are intricate, requiring two pieces of highly difficult Forbidden Technique clothing.
