Huo Jingting seemed to sense the weight of her emotions and squeezed her small hand, looking down at her. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." She shook her head lightly, burying her thoughts. "Was this area also constantly at war in the past?"
Huo Jingting wasn't sure about that question.
He was involved in the arms trade, and for over a decade, Qiang Country had been frequently waging war. He had only been cooperating with Musa for five or six years.
As for anything else, he wasn't interested in knowing.
Huo Jingting pressed his lips together, not responding aloud.
