I asked that out loud, but what I was really thinking was that Wu Ling probably suspected Nangong Yao, too.
She'd just hung up, and now she was messaging to ask about him. Wasn't she being wary of Nangong Yao?
I felt dizzy.
That distrust immediately brought to mind the future Qiu Ziyang had shown me. It was also what I'd been most worried about lately. I hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Whenever I talked to other people, we discussed the entertainment industry, Nantian, and Gu Yan. But what truly made me panic was that future.
The deaths of the Thin Man and the flight monster had already been confirmed. Now, with the division within Greenleaf, it felt like one sign after another, like a progress bar climbing from ten percent to twenty percent... increasing until it reached one hundred percent, when that future would come true. Or, before the bar ran out, another "me" would kill "me" and change that future.
I didn't want to see either outcome.
There was so much I wanted to ask Wu Ling, so much I wanted to tell her. This wasn't the time for them to be suspicious of each other. They could talk things through openly. Surely it wouldn't be as difficult for them to talk as it was for Ye Qing and me.
But I couldn't bring myself to say any of it.
I didn't know what to say anymore.
I was so panicked that my mind had gone completely blank.
"Yes."
While my mind was still blank, Wu Ling had already replied.
I couldn't read any emotion in those two words.
Soon, Wu Ling sent another message. This time, it was a long explanation of her concerns.
"Nangong left his family twenty years ago. During that time, he kept tabs