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After that, the two did not speak again.

Dongfang Yu did not have the nerve to take her to a hotel room on their first meeting, so he simply had Luo Le arrange a place for Meng Yiran to stay.

After returning to the Rose Hotel, Dongfang Yu sent Luo Le away, took out a bottle of red wine, and sat alone in the living room.

"What did you want to ask?" Angewomon had somehow seated herself across from him without making a sound.

Dongfang Yu jolted, nearly spraying out the red wine he had just swallowed.

"Cough, cough! You scared the hell out of me!"

Angewomon elegantly crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest. "Didn't you call me out?"

"Uh... I wanted to talk to you." Dongfang Yu did not quite dare meet her eyes, simply because her aura was too noble and sacred.

Sitting across from her, one could not help but have the illusion that this woman was some heavenly deity.

After pouring Angewomon a glass of red wine as well, Dongfang Yu finally let out a heavy breath.

Angewomon picked up her glass, expertly swirled it twice, then took a sip. "It tastes pretty good."

"Go on. What did you want to talk about?"

Dongfang Yu glanced at her, then asked somewhat unnaturally, "Do you know where Tang Hao is?"

"Yes." Angewomon was sparing with her words.

"Then where is he?" Dongfang Yu asked.

"In some rundown little village."

Dongfang Yu nodded slightly, killing intent flashing in his eyes as he murmured, "He'll be a threat sooner or later."

"What? You want to kill him?" Angewomon asked with a half-smile, her tone teasing.

Dongfang Yu said nothing, tacitly admitting it.

Angewomon took another sip of wine, then lightly brushed back her hair. "Do