Han Duoduo listened from the side, her face slightly flushed and her expression somewhat bashful.
Liu Qi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Han Zi'ang's expression and gaze, he shut his mouth sullenly.
They had already come this far.
Besides, Han Zi'ang had already laid everything bare.
There was nothing more they could say. The two of them instinctively looked at Ding Ling, wanting to see what he would say and do.
Ding Ling had willingly accompanied them back to the Underground City. Surely he had a good plan?
Their hearts began to race.
Ding Ling smiled faintly.
"Miracles are called miracles because the possibility of replicating them is extremely low."
Han Zi'ang was disappointed, his gaze dimming. Although he had expected this, actually hearing Ding Ling say it still weighed heavily on his heart.
Even a miracle-maker like Ding Ling had no solution to the situation before them.
Weren't ordinary people like them doomed to wait for death?
Liu Qi and Han Duoduo were not overly disappointed. Instead, they felt even more grateful toward Ding Ling. After all, such a miracle had been born in them! Ding Ling was their benefactor!
Whether out of morality or gratitude, they had to protect him and stand on his side.
"However..."
Ding Ling said two words.
The light that had faded from Han Zi'ang's eyes brightened again. His slightly lowered head rose unconsciously, and he stared at Ding Ling with shining eyes, his expression excited and expectant.
Liu Qi and Han Duoduo were the same.
Even the soldiers observing from the shadows pricked up their ears.
Ding Ling had been sent to Han Zi'ang's home.
How could no one secretly observe and tail him?
After all, Ding Ling, Liu Qi, and Han Duoduo were all too extraordinary,