Dong!
Hearing this, Zhi'er felt as if something had knocked on her heart!
She widened her big eyes, her childish voice rising: "Senmo?!"
Feng Fuce saw that she really didn't want to cry anymore, and only then did he raise an eyebrow and smile.
"Yesterday I saw Historian Wang, he said he met you and Prime Minister Wen, just asked a few simple questions."
"I have been in the Xiuluo Guard for these years, and based on my intuition, I thought that those who were to provide testimonies might get into trouble."
"So I took them away early."
Zhi'er's rosy lips trembled, almost unable to believe.
It's as if someone had died, but Brother Fu Ce told her that person was still alive!
Her round eyes were filled with surprise.
"Really?"
Feng Fuce sneered: "Why would I lie to you? They're at the end of the alley, just take a look."
Zhi'er quickly grabbed his fingers and walked briskly towards the alley entrance.
