Faced with Old Wu's probing, Xie Mingsong didn't speak, but turned his head to look at the young figure walking towards Zhang Jingcai and the others.
Old Wu followed Xie Mingsong's gaze and finally landed on the young man who had just passed in front of him. He was slightly stunned, then quickly reacted and turned to Xie Mingsong, "Old Xie..."
Xie Mingsong nodded.
"Is it really him?"
"Yes."
Seeing this, Old Wu couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Are you sure?"
"Old Xie, this is not something to joke about."
Xie Mingsong's face was serious, "Do you think I'm joking with you? I was there that day, personally watching Lu Xuan save someone. Without him, that person would probably have faced grim chances indeed."
Hearing this, Old Wu was dumbfounded. He found it hard to believe, moving his gaze from Xie Mingsong to Lu Xuan.
"Is it a bit hard to believe?"
As Old Wu was in a daze, Xie Mingsong's voice sounded again.
