Who Are You If You're Not Ye Jinghong?

Xu Zirong could find this place, so naturally the others from the Administration Bureau could find it too.

Here, I was Master Tumba. My whereabouts could not be hidden at all, and I did not want to hide them either. If those people could not find me, they would definitely go cause trouble for the Tumba Family.

That was not something I wanted to see.

"Tell me, what exactly is Xu Qiuyan thinking? I heard your relationship used to be unusual, especially during your time in Unit Nine. You could practically be called one entity." Erha had not witnessed it firsthand, but that did not stop it from gossiping.

"What happened between her and me is a long story. Besides, that's my business. It has nothing to do with you." I spoke irritably.

Erha still would not give up. "Do you still like her? Also, that girl Ye Jinghong seems pretty good to you too. Honestly, I like Ye Jinghong better by comparison. Easier on the eyes."

I smacked it on the head. "It doesn't matter who you like or dislike. I make my own decisions about my affairs."

It stuck out its tongue.

I said nothing and looked toward the only road up the mountain.

I had a feeling tonight would not be peaceful. More uninvited guests would probably come.

Nights in Tibet were cold. The saying that one day could contain all four seasons was an accurate reflection of Tibet's climate.

"Master, go get some sleep. Donzhu and the others are keeping watch. We'll call you if anything happens." Dada Wa had somehow come up behind me. I responded, "You should get some rest too."

She shook her head. "My sister and I discussed it. I'll stay here with you tonight, Master."

I looked at her. Her face