Ye Xunzhi, withdrawn?
That was the biggest lie Ye Lan had ever heard in his life!
But before he had a chance to object, Zhu Ya'an had enthusiastically pulled Ye Xunzhi over to the coffee table.
They were now in a reception room on the embassy's top floor, normally used to entertain distinguished guests.
Sitting on the sofa, Ye Xunzhi could not help asking curiously, "Mama Zhu, what are you doing in Country F?"
"Oh, I just happened to be passing through on a mission."
Zhu Ya'an tossed her long hair. She seemed to have boundless social confidence; once she started talking, there was no stopping her.
"Everyone was exhausted. We were planning to rest up here for three days, but then a phone call woke me up in the middle of the night."
The subject made Zhu Ya'an angry. "They said the museum had been robbed, and the stolen artifacts were fucking ours."
Ye Xunzhi's scalp tingled as she listened. "Then what happened?"
"Then?" Zhu Ya'an raised an eyebrow and folded her arms.
"From interrogating the people we caught, it seems there was another group besides the three we knew about: a man, a woman, and a boy."
"Those two thieves were pretty funny, too. They said the boy was a little shorty, either a five- or six-year-old kid or, if he was an adult, someone from Dwarf Country."
Ye Xunzhi took a sip of water.
Why hasn't anyone planted a bomb in the prison? Can I go plant one?
Ye Lan silently picked up the pitcher on the table and refilled the empty glass in her hand.
Please don't. Don't turn this into a matter of life and death. Your brother gets scared.
"But like hell I believe them." Zhu Ya'an sneered. "A five- or six-year-old boy? What