Ding Tianming had already prepared for Jiang Rong's response.
He took out half a jade bracelet. It was of exceptional quality, a one-in-ten-thousand treasure, and bore distinctive carvings.
At the sight of it, Jiang Rong's expression grew flustered. Wasn't that the bracelet her mother always wore?
"The informant gave me this. They said they found it in an area where the Demon Race had fought, and those killed or injured there were precisely the sect disciples who attacked your father. If your mother comes home, ask her about the bracelet and see what she says."
Ding Tianming spoke with earnest concern, but inwardly, he concealed his delight.
While Jiang Rong lowered her head in thought, the old man could not help sizing up her lovely figure, a trace of intoxication flashing through his eyes.
But a man of his standing quickly regained his composure.
When Jiang Rong looked up, he once again adopted the air of a senior.
"Thank you for telling me this, City Lord Ding. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. Once my mother returns, I will certainly ask her about it."
Jiang Rong no longer wanted to argue, but neither did she confirm anything.
Deep down, she felt her mother might indeed have done something like this.
"Think nothing of it. Your father and I were friends for many years. Now that he has departed this world, if you and your mother truly need help, just ask."
Ding Tianming laughed heartily, his words sounding generous and loyal.
The unspoken meaning was that if they wanted his help, they should come and beg him. If they did not, why would he help them?
For the moment, Jiang Rong had no idea what to do. She could only wait until her mother returned.
Before leaving, however, she