"Fu Lao, do you think Young Master Lin Yi can find clues about my mother's disappearance from that black jade hairpin?" Ling Yuwei anxiously waited outside the door while asking the gray-robed elder next to her.
Her worry over her mother's sudden mysterious disappearance was no less than Ling Yudao's.
If it weren't for this gray-robed elder stopping her, Ling Yuwei would have barged in long ago.
Even though she hadn't heard it in person, Ling Yuwei had an inexplicable and intense premonition.
She had a feeling that this man named Lin Yi could definitely see some information about her mother's disappearance from that black jade hairpin.
Otherwise, based on her understanding of her father,
two men who had just met wouldn't be talking in the same room for so long.
The gray-robed elder's expression was also somewhat intriguing as he responded:
"Probably...not."
