Uncle Lu fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head and answered softly, "It will have been exactly thirteen years next month."
Yan Xianjue calculated it in his head. That meant Uncle Lu had been there while he was still recovering from his injuries.
His eyes lowered slightly, his lashes concealing every emotion within them. "What about before you came to my side?"
"At the old master's side." Uncle Lu answered decisively. Everything was clearly recorded in his file.
And that file had been transferred into Yan Xianjue's hands long ago.
The fact that Yan Xianjue was asking now only proved that he wanted to ask.
There was no need for Uncle Lu to hide any of it.
Yan Xianjue looked up and smiled without warmth. "In other words, Uncle Lu knew everything he should and shouldn't have known, didn't he?"
Without waiting for Uncle Lu to answer, he asked directly, "How much did you know about my kidnapping back then?"
Uncle Lu's pupils contracted sharply for an instant.
Yan Xianjue nodded. "So you did know."
"Talk." He folded his hands beneath his chin, elbows propped on the table, and watched Uncle Lu with leisurely composure.
Uncle Lu shook his head. "I didn't know much."
After a pause, beneath Yan Xianjue's unwavering gaze, he said, "I took part in the rescue."
Yan Xianjue nodded.
"What about the investigation afterward?"
"Why didn't I see you in the mission records?"
Uncle Lu looked up at him.
From that one glance, Yan Xianjue understood. Naturally, his grandfather had erased it.
"Tell me verbally."
To Yan Xianjue's surprise, Uncle Lu spoke readily this time. It made him wonder whether his grandfather had even arranged this before his death. If that was true, it was a little too absurd.
"At the time, the manager