Shui Qianrou nodded with certainty.
"This is my brother's handwriting. It's very distinctive. I wouldn't mistake it."
Fang Shuwen chuckled softly.
"How mysterious. He even set the meeting for midnight.
"Could your brother be in some kind of major trouble?"
"Well..."
Shui Qianrou's brow was tightly furrowed.
"My brother is an expert in Martial Arts. He should... he shouldn't be in any trouble..."
But despite her words, a hint of worry clouded her face.
"Either way, he sent a note. We'll find out what's going on when we get there."
Fang Shuwen gently patted Shui Qianrou on the head.
Watching this, Ironman wanted to speak up but knew it would be useless. Instead, he took the chance when Shui Qianrou wasn't looking to shoot Fang Shuwen a vicious glare.
Fang Shuwen regarded it as impotent rage.
Time flew by, and soon it was late in the evening. Shui Qianrou had been getting up and sitting back down restlessly, until Fang Shuwen finally spoke.
"It's time. Let's go."
