"Yes." Wang Tianshuang's eyes flashed, and he didn't say much.
Hu Tomb suddenly waved his hand, driving out all the officials and his personal guards, leaving only Wang Tianshuang alone.
"You just want to confirm if that Zhao Wen Ruo, who hasn't appeared in a hundred years, is still alive. Unfortunately, you're disappointed, aren't you?" Hu Tomb said straightforwardly, with his hands behind his back.
Upon hearing this, Wang Tianshuang lifted his lowered eyelids, meeting Hu Tomb's eyes, contemplating his thoughts and attitude.
He understood that the person in front of him was not only the Grand Marshal of the Military Department but also an important figure of the Hu Family.
To a large extent, the attitude of the person before him represented the Hu Family behind him!
Finally, he spoke frankly, "It's not about disappointment, merely that the opportunity hasn't come, but it will sooner or later."
"Oh!" Hu Tomb sat down and poured tea for himself and Wang Tianshuang.
