Looking at Madam Meng's weird smile, Qin Yu understood something.
Sure enough, a person's face could change. The day before when he saw her, she looked honest and kind. But now she seemed a bit sinister and cunning.
Qin Yu thought for a moment and said, "Aunt, it's too late now. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"
Madam Meng put her hands behind her back and said indifferently, "Let's set off now. We can't afford to waste time."
"I'm not going," Qin Yu rejected straightaway.
Madam Meng narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you think you still have a choice now?"
Before she finished speaking, the two figures hiding in the darkness slowly walked out.
Seeing the attire of these two people, Qin Yu's expression instantly turned cold.
Both of them were wearing black robes. They were almost identical to what Qin Yu had seen in the inkstone.
Qin Yu looked at Madam Meng and said coldly, "Aunt, what do you mean by this?"