"As for how I found out, my third senior sister told me, of course."
Jiang Xinghai had mentioned to Leng Ning before that his third senior sister was in the Imperial City, so he wasn't hiding anything.
"So the information is reliable!"
Leng Ning's gaze flickered. "You just said the Black Cloak headquarters was purged? How extensive was the purge?"
"So extensive that even Mr. Hu and Miss Feng couldn't handle it. In the end, it drew out the Mr. Long who was rumored to have died five years ago," Jiang Xinghai whispered.
The color drained from Leng Ning's face when she heard this. "He... He really faked his death back then..."
Just as Jiang Xinghai was about to speak, the waiter approached.
"Please enjoy, you two."
The waiter set down two cups of coffee, bowed slightly, and left.
Jiang Xinghai then said, "So, I've gotten the answers I wanted. You and Chuchu don't have to risk your lives in the Black Cloak anymore."
