When Ming Yu Longsun hung up the phone, Fan Que also walked out of the room, heading straight toward Ming Yu Longsun, who was leaning against the railing, gazing into the northeast.
Of course, Ming Yu Longsun heard Fan Que's footsteps, but he didn't turn around. He merely furrowed his brows slightly and then seemed to murmur to himself, "Have we always been led by the nose, each step seeming like it was calculated by someone else."
Fan Que furrowed his brow deeply at Ming Yu Longsun's words, his handsome face also carrying an unavoidable gravity.
In fact, this strange feeling wasn't unique to Ming Yu Longsun; Fan Que also vaguely sensed something was amiss.
At first glance, everything seemed normal, but upon closer reflection, nothing was quite right.
