Yu Sheng had a strong sense of curiosity, but he also knew where to draw the line. Just by thinking about Baili Xue with his duodenum, he could tell that she obviously hadn't been born with bones that had somehow grown into that shape. There had to be some winding, bizarre, endlessly convoluted story behind it. Hand it to a TV production company, and it would probably run for at least eighty episodes across three seasons, plus two bonus episodes at the end. And judging from Yu Sheng's repeated interactions with Baili Qing over such a long period, as well as Baili Xue's attitude, he could clearly sense that neither of them wanted to tell outsiders too much about those past events.
At the very least, he and Baili Qing weren't close enough for that yet.
So Yu Sheng put away his curiosity very well—for the time being.
Besides, he had something more important to discuss with the female director in front of him. When it came to the Dark Angel, his curiosity was even stronger.
"Ahem, ahem." Yu Sheng cleared his throat and looked at Baili Qing with a serious expression. "What do you want to ask about Ankaela?"
"Everything." Baili Qing still wore an expression that barely changed. No matter how things turned out, every conversation she had with Yu Sheng began with her being "very good at keeping a straight face." "From the moment you entered that wall until the angel fell, I want to know everything that happened in between. Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. The Special Operations Bureau is willing to pay any price that doesn't cross the line for this information."
Yu Sheng immediately perked up at that last sentence and leaned forward slightly. "Then could you transfer the