"Moyan, is it too early to bother you?" The voice on the phone was slightly older, carrying a tone of elder's concern for the younger generation.
"No, is there something you need, Han Lao?"
"There is indeed something. I'll get straight to the point. It's about this—do you know of the royal noble Wells from Country M?"
"Wells? I've heard a bit, why ask me?"
"Just a bit? Han Lao's hand tapped lightly on the table, words layered with deeper meaning.
"What do you mean by that, Han Lao?"
"Moyan, you're a first-class protected personnel, not just by the military but by the whole nation, you know that. If there's something going on, we can't ignore it. In return, you receive more security than ordinary people, but you should adhere to the law more strictly than ordinary people too."
"I'm confused by your words. Did I break any laws?"
"I won't beat around the bush with you. Moyan, tell me honestly, is Wells's daughter with you?" Han Lao's tone turned serious.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
