[Maker, is it possible that even if you didn't transfer Zhao Shi to your side, he would still be fine? Maker, I still say that, Mr. Zhu Rongfang is not President Zhu Kezhen.]

Ling Yue was shocked, and Number Seven's overly confident words made her feel even more uneasy.

Who is she, and who is Number Seven? At this moment, Ling Yue looked around in confusion, and everything seemed to become unfamiliar.

After a long while, Xiangzhong finished his meeting, opened the door and came in. Seeing Lingyue's eyes revealing the innocence of a child, he was slightly startled and called out softly, "Lingyue?"

Ling Yue came back to her senses when she heard the voice. The person in front of her was so real. She slowly walked closer, raised her hand, and hesitantly pinched Xiangzhong's arm, once, twice. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and it was real.

"What's going on?" Xiangzhong asked in confusion.

Ling Yue shook her head slightly, and finally took a deep breath, throwing away her ridiculous idea.

"It's okay," she took a step back and asked, "Uncle Zhou, I'm going to pick up Brother Tang first and then go home. Do you want to go with me?"

She didn't ask Number Seven anything else. She still had a lot of things to do. No matter who they were, the people in front of her were real, and that was enough.

Seeing this, Xiangzhong shook his head helplessly: "It's not safe outside yet. Go back first. I'll send someone to pick up Comrade Tang Nancheng. Don't let your elder sister worry."

Ling Yue thought about it and decided that it was okay. With Xiangzhong sending someone to pick him up, Tang Nancheng would be safer. Those who were deceived by Tang Nancheng might also be looking for someone.

He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you, Uncle Zhou."

Without staying long, he said goodbye and walked out.