Bai Ling didn't say a word, but in his mind, he was nodding furiously.
He crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping coolly over the vine before glancing at Jiang Ji's back as he forcefully tried to pull someone away.
He had already made up his mind.
His silence didn't mean he was without an opinion.
On the contrary, he understood the situation better than anyone.
'Chu Jing would never do something without reason. This vine has to mean something.'
'As for Jiang Ji's so-called "trap theory," it was nothing more than a paranoid delusion in his eyes.'
'Someone who truly cared about their leader's safety wouldn't be so obsessed with the vain need to prove "I know her best."'
But he couldn't be bothered to argue or waste his breath.
Silence was his most powerful statement right now.
Qiu Ye didn't even bother with them.
He shot Jiang Ji a cold, knife-like glare but didn't say a word.
'Wasting time on infighting at a moment like this is utterly foolish.'
