Feng Dengfeng was unfathomable. Who knew what he was plotting? Delivering a few documents looked like a simple task, but Jiang Yue couldn't afford to let his guard down.
He took the sealed document envelopes and turned to leave, but Feng Dengfeng called him back.
"Don't rush off, Little Zhang. Sit, sit down." Feng Dengfeng was all smiles as he gestured for Jiang Yue to take the chair opposite him.
Jiang Yue put on a slightly nervous look and carefully sat down.
"Little Zhang, I've more or less finished preparing on my end. We can set out tomorrow to retrieve that batch of supplies. Would you mind talking for a bit?"
Jiang Yue hurriedly replied, "I'll follow your arrangements. But please, Lord Dengfeng, don't go back on the conditions I set out earlier."
Feng Dengfeng chuckled and tapped his fingertips. "You really are a stubborn mule. Fine, I won't try to persuade you anymore. We'll stick to the original plan. But since we've decided to set out, there are a few things I still need to ask you about."
"I'll tell you everything I can. You have my word, sir."
"Heh. So there are things you can't tell me?"
Jiang Yue looked apologetic. "Please understand, sir. It's not that I don't know how to appreciate your kindness. It's just that this world has taught me one thing: I have to leave myself a way out, no matter what."
Feng Dengfeng gave a bitter smile. "You're something else. I don't even know what to say. I suppose my reputation and my word aren't enough to make you lower your guard. You still don't trust me enough, do you?"
Jiang Yue smiled sheepishly and explained, "That's not what I mean. It's not directed at you, sir. I'd say the same thing to