As Tang Fu spoke, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
The wind ceased, the rustling of the grass and trees disappeared, and the bird calls stopped.
Yang Sheng stared straight at Tang Fu, shaken inside, his mind giving birth to an absurd thought: 'Could she possibly know everything?'
'But if she knows, why did she still come to the appointment?'
'Isn't she afraid of dying?'
All kinds of doubts lingered in Yang Sheng's mind, impossible to understand.
Everyone knows the principle of a wise man not standing under a dangerous wall, don't they?
Jiang Ning's face remained unchanged.
Upon hearing these words, Aunt Tao's hand that was embracing Tang Fu paused, and her face became even more kindly, "Why would you think like that of Auntie?"
But that kindness made Yang Sheng who stood behind shiver.
Tang Fu thought for a moment, then said wisely, "Because today is Lingling's 'Fifth Seventh', you liked Lingling very much, surely you should visit her, right?"
