"What do you think is happening inside?"
Xin Yan turned her face towards Yu Ming, who was looking towards the closed portal with an anxious look on her face. She was using thought transmission to be discreet about her conversation.
"This is the tenth time you have asked me that question and my answer still remains the same: I don't know. Why are you so worried? He is my son, and I am not even that worried about him." She chuckled calmly, but Yu Ming somehow felt shivers down her spine.
While she was talking with the girl, Xin Yan was also thinking of ways to deal with her son's killers.
"Why are you not worried? You should be even more worried because you are his mother!" She could not figure out how she could be so calm when her son's condition was unknown to her.