Wu Yong was still sitting on the sofa smoking, he looked at Lin Tian in puzzlement and asked, "I still haven't asked you what the background of those two foreign guys is. I heard from Tian Ming they're both experts?"
Compared to a year ago, Wu Yong had changed a lot. The boyishness on his face had faded, his features seemed sharper, and in those not‑so‑large eyes there was a shrewd glint.
In outsiders' eyes, Wu Yong had a very obvious trait—mood swings. He wore a face that looked harmless to humans and animals, but no one knew what was going on in his head.
Today's ambush on Lin Tian and Zhang Ya'Er, Wu Yong on the surface didn't seem to care much. Instead he crossed one leg over the other, smoking and chatting, looking like some idle guy with nothing to do.
